fire truck. Cillian landed quickly next to him.
“Goddamn it, Sam.” Cillian quickly looked around for the cop but didn’t see him anywhere. If Sam didn’t have a kid, Cillian would have been tempted to hunt him down and kill him himself. He did see his pistol, however, lying in the street. At least he assumed it was Sam’s pistol.
“Off the truck!” Cillian practically pushed Tobias off and followed quickly after him. The thing on the ladder was near the bottom now.
He scrambled over to the pistol and grabbed it, already getting used to its weight. He swung around and pointed the muzzle at the creeper. When he pulled the trigger, a ping off the ladder let him know he missed. The creepy thing was on the truck now, running at him. He pulled the trigger again.
Click.
Cillian cursed as the fucking thing was out of ammo! The creature leapt off the top of the truck at Cillian. All he could think to do was throw his arms up in front of his face.
“Ahhhhh! ” Just before the crawler landed on Cillian, it was smashed away to one side. Tobias stood over him with a fire axe, an animalistic cry escaping his throat. The creepy crawler was badly injured but tried to get up anyway. Tobias swung the axe down into its back. The axe thumped into the thing’s flesh, but the crawler continued to move. Tobias swung again.
“The head!” Cillian suddenly remembered his gunshots. “Aim for the head!”
Tobias swung the axe one more time, getting the creeper right in the skull. It stopped moving that time.
Both men stood there panting for a moment.
“Thanks,” Cillian finally said.
“Just returning the favour I guess,” Tobias grinned at Cillian briefly.
“Come on, we should get moving before its friend gets down here.” Cillian glanced back at the ladder where the other was still methodically making its way down.
Tobias turned to follow him.
“Bring the axe.” Cillian pointed to the body.
“Oh, right.” Tobias pulled the axe out with a squelch. He looked at the body a moment longer. “I’ve never killed anyone before.”
Cillian just remembered that it was in fact a person. He had been thinking of it as a thing, a monster even. He had been thinking of it as something akin to a spider, but, in reality, it was a man in a business suit.
“Yeah, well, I hadn’t either until today.” He gestured to his bloodied jacket. “Now come on.” Cillian grabbed Tobias’s shoulder and pulled him away. They walked in the direction he had been heading in the fire truck. The hospital still seemed like a good idea and it was farther in that direction. Besides, his head felt worse. He stopped quickly at the driver side door and grabbed his firefighter’s gloves. Sam did have a good idea about protection. He also looked around the ground and found his helmet, putting that on as well. It would be hot, but it would be safer.
While Cillian grabbed these things, Tobias unhooked the wires from himself and sifted through his camera’s wreckage. There also appeared to be a broken cell phone that Tobias frowned at. It must have fallen out of his pocket. Bits and pieces of the camera were smashed all over the place. Tobias picked out one piece in particular and pocketed it, then pulled the headphones off from around his neck and dropped them onto the street. Cillian walked over after retrieving his own gear, curious.
“What’s that?” He gestured to the piece Tobias had pocketed.
“The memory card.” Tobias patted the pocket. “Everything I filmed today is on there. Maybe I can make today mean something.”
“Oh , I think it means something already. Hand me the axe.” Cillian held out his hand as they started making their way through the car pile.
“No way.” Tobias clutched the axe to his chest.
“It’s my axe,” Cillian frowned.
“Not right now it’s not,” Tobias shook his head. “I thought about using
“Goddamn it, Sam.” Cillian quickly looked around for the cop but didn’t see him anywhere. If Sam didn’t have a kid, Cillian would have been tempted to hunt him down and kill him himself. He did see his pistol, however, lying in the street. At least he assumed it was Sam’s pistol.
“Off the truck!” Cillian practically pushed Tobias off and followed quickly after him. The thing on the ladder was near the bottom now.
He scrambled over to the pistol and grabbed it, already getting used to its weight. He swung around and pointed the muzzle at the creeper. When he pulled the trigger, a ping off the ladder let him know he missed. The creepy thing was on the truck now, running at him. He pulled the trigger again.
Click.
Cillian cursed as the fucking thing was out of ammo! The creature leapt off the top of the truck at Cillian. All he could think to do was throw his arms up in front of his face.
“Ahhhhh! ” Just before the crawler landed on Cillian, it was smashed away to one side. Tobias stood over him with a fire axe, an animalistic cry escaping his throat. The creepy crawler was badly injured but tried to get up anyway. Tobias swung the axe down into its back. The axe thumped into the thing’s flesh, but the crawler continued to move. Tobias swung again.
“The head!” Cillian suddenly remembered his gunshots. “Aim for the head!”
Tobias swung the axe one more time, getting the creeper right in the skull. It stopped moving that time.
Both men stood there panting for a moment.
“Thanks,” Cillian finally said.
“Just returning the favour I guess,” Tobias grinned at Cillian briefly.
“Come on, we should get moving before its friend gets down here.” Cillian glanced back at the ladder where the other was still methodically making its way down.
Tobias turned to follow him.
“Bring the axe.” Cillian pointed to the body.
“Oh, right.” Tobias pulled the axe out with a squelch. He looked at the body a moment longer. “I’ve never killed anyone before.”
Cillian just remembered that it was in fact a person. He had been thinking of it as a thing, a monster even. He had been thinking of it as something akin to a spider, but, in reality, it was a man in a business suit.
“Yeah, well, I hadn’t either until today.” He gestured to his bloodied jacket. “Now come on.” Cillian grabbed Tobias’s shoulder and pulled him away. They walked in the direction he had been heading in the fire truck. The hospital still seemed like a good idea and it was farther in that direction. Besides, his head felt worse. He stopped quickly at the driver side door and grabbed his firefighter’s gloves. Sam did have a good idea about protection. He also looked around the ground and found his helmet, putting that on as well. It would be hot, but it would be safer.
While Cillian grabbed these things, Tobias unhooked the wires from himself and sifted through his camera’s wreckage. There also appeared to be a broken cell phone that Tobias frowned at. It must have fallen out of his pocket. Bits and pieces of the camera were smashed all over the place. Tobias picked out one piece in particular and pocketed it, then pulled the headphones off from around his neck and dropped them onto the street. Cillian walked over after retrieving his own gear, curious.
“What’s that?” He gestured to the piece Tobias had pocketed.
“The memory card.” Tobias patted the pocket. “Everything I filmed today is on there. Maybe I can make today mean something.”
“Oh , I think it means something already. Hand me the axe.” Cillian held out his hand as they started making their way through the car pile.
“No way.” Tobias clutched the axe to his chest.
“It’s my axe,” Cillian frowned.
“Not right now it’s not,” Tobias shook his head. “I thought about using
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