The flash of the gun's muzzle lit up the dark hall as the bullets struck the targets with meaty thunks, all the little noises along with the screams of the things shot was drowned out by the ringing in her ears from the gun's report echoing off the stone walls.

She didn't bother to look back at the whimpering forms. Even with her ears ringing she knew that more would be coming drawn by the gun fire.

She checked her weapon cursing to her self that her sidearm only had three rounds left. She had used all her spare magazines just getting this far. So far at least the little light on the end of her sidearm had lasted, other wise she would be blind as well as fucked.

She hobbled along, leaving a trail of blood with every hobbling step. Her legs were starting to go numb and she was already light headed from the loss of blood. One of the damn things had managed to rip into her side tearing deep enough into her to reach organs, it was only sheer force of will that kept her moving, that and unrelenting anger.

The damn capes hadn't even tried to help. The moment those damn monsters showed up, they all fled, leaving everyone without powers to deal with the swarm of horrors pouring out of the city.

The PRT troopers fought hard, they had no choice, but numbers took their toll. The few who hadn't been killed in that wave took off running. Out of nearly a hundred troopers, they were down to eight.

Jenkins was ripped through a sewer grate he got too close to. The poor sod never even had time to scream before there was the sound of wet tearing.

Sadie Lee fared a little better, she didn't make it to the fire escape in time and lost her leg as she tried to climb, rather than let the things start ripping her apart, she pulled the pins of three grenades on her belt and went out on her own terms with a battle cry fit for a Valkyrie taking swaths of the things with her.

Romano and Waters... she hadn't even seen what got them. One moment they were there and the next they were gone.

Cobble and Slate had been dragged into that last swarm fighting and shooting as they were burred under a mass of teeth and claws.

Then there was fucking Calvert. If she lived through this she was going to shoot the bastard in the head herself.

The fucker shoved her out of a window to distract the mob so he could get away. She had hit the ground hard and been set upon by a few of the things.

She managed to get away and find a basement and noticed an old sign on a door that was the usual emergency directions for an end bringer shelter. She didn't even think Ellisburg had a end bringer shelter.

Still unless these fuckers had already over run it she might be able to find some medical supplies or perhaps even other survivors.

That was about twenty minutes ago and her blood loss had not helped matters. She was slowing down, Nilbog's fucking goblins were still after her. She had three rounds left, only one of those she was willing to spend. One was for herself if she was over run, and the other was for fucking Calvert if she found him before these things did.

Piggot stopped dead, looking up.

The tunnel ended, and there was no shelter.

"FUCK!" She swore, glancing back as she heard the sound of chittering and cries further down the tunnel. Looking back around she spotted a side door from the tunnel like she had come in from. Rushing it as best she could she shoved the door open. Staggering into a dusty basement.

She quickly slammed the door shut and piled as much random crap as she could grab in front of it. Most of it seemed old church furniture, the remains of a podium, a few short pews and some rotted wooden candelabras.

Looking around she cursed seeing no way out save another door with a large rusty padlock and chains crossing it, holding the door shut. Rushing over to it she yanked on the chain, the metal rattling. Rusted and old but still holding together.

She pulled on the chain her eyes widening as she heard it click and start to give, before rust and grim caught it, the corrosion keeping the lock sealed.

Swearing to herself she looked around for something to hit the lock with only to freeze as things started pounding on the door behind her.

Piggot cursed as the door started to push in with each shove, the pile of garbage not enough to keep it closed.

She gritted her teeth aiming her gun at the top of the lock hoping the bullet would dislodge the corroded lock.

She winced at the sound and the splatters of hot shrapnel as the lock broke free. Yanking on the chain she pulled it from the door enough to push through smearing the door with her blood as she screamed out staggering into the room and slamming the door shut behind her. She winced as she heard the crash of the door in the other room. She quickly looked around the room shining her light over everything and swearing again. A twenty by twenty stone box. A dead end, in more ways than one.

Emily staggered back away from the door as something hit it. She yelped falling back over something and wincing as she looked down at what she had tripped over. A desiccated, dried mummy of some man who had died here. Given the state of him he had been here a long time, the only wetness on him was the splatter of blood that had drooped on his head when she tripped over him, the landing just opened the wound further, and the dried mummy was soaking up the growing puddle like a sponge.

"Fucking lovely Emily. Join the PRT , make a difference in the world. "She growled." Don't worry about friends social circles and dating, plenty of time for that later, just focus on your career now. Like fucking hell. If I'd have known I'd never even fucking make it to marriage I wouldn't have been such a fucking prude. Maybe if I let some fucker knock me up and ruin my life I wouldn't be here to have it ruined now."

The steel door slammed open showering the room with dust and fragments of chains. Something that looked like it was a minotaur crossed with a giraffe pushed into the room along with a horde of other smaller things.

The larger creature stared down at her and offered a smile with a mouth full of too many oddly shaped teeth as it strode towards her.

Emily stared it down, raising her gun to her head looking to end this before they tore her apart while she was still alive.

The room suddenly fell silent as all of the creatures stopped. A loud rasping sound filled the air and movement at her side drew her attention down.

The corpse was moving... it was... it was licking her blood off the stone floor, with a tongue far too long to be human, black smoke billowing off of its slowly hydrating form.

"What the fuck even is my life?" Emily Piggot muttered.