Final Stand
Making your way to the back door, you are surprised to find the door unlocked. Opening it, you run out into the alley and turn right.
Running forward over the remains of broken bottles and dirty newspaper, you slip and fall into the muck. "Crap!" you exclaim.
As you begin to pick yourself up, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Rolling to your right, you turn over to find yourself looking up at one of the vampirish creatures. Kicking up and out with your leg, you hit it in the knee with your boot heel as hard as you can.
Surprisingly, the action seems to have no effect on the creature. Beginning to try and turn over again in the muck to gain your legs, the thing falls on top of you.
Struggling and appearing ahead, you see more of things walking swiftly toward you from down the alley. "Araaa!" you exclaim as feel the creature's teeth sink into your shoulder.
Still struggling like a wounded animal, several more of the creatures fall onto you and begin to bite at your legs and arms.
Soon, your body is a mass of bloody flesh interspersed with torn clothing. The creatures hunger unsatisfied, they pick up bits and pieces of your remaining flesh as they shamble on into the night.
Running forward over the remains of broken bottles and dirty newspaper, you slip and fall into the muck. "Crap!" you exclaim.
As you begin to pick yourself up, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Rolling to your right, you turn over to find yourself looking up at one of the vampirish creatures. Kicking up and out with your leg, you hit it in the knee with your boot heel as hard as you can.
Surprisingly, the action seems to have no effect on the creature. Beginning to try and turn over again in the muck to gain your legs, the thing falls on top of you.
Struggling and appearing ahead, you see more of things walking swiftly toward you from down the alley. "Araaa!" you exclaim as feel the creature's teeth sink into your shoulder.
Still struggling like a wounded animal, several more of the creatures fall onto you and begin to bite at your legs and arms.
Soon, your body is a mass of bloody flesh interspersed with torn clothing. The creatures hunger unsatisfied, they pick up bits and pieces of your remaining flesh as they shamble on into the night.
