Part 3

In front of Walker, stepping from the shadows just out of reach of the lights of the guard booth, a figure showed itself. It was tall, peaking over 6 feet. It's skin was a dark grey, the muscles of its body, or lack their off, had sunken against the creature's frail bones. He stared at the figure, it's hair greasy and thin, falling down to its shoulders, hair messy and split in the ends. He reached for his handgun, stumbling backwards and falling onto his back, looking up at the figure as it stepped closer. It's legs looked thin, far, FAR too thin to support what little weight the thing must have had. It stepped closer, legs wobbling ever so slightly.

Walker stared up at it in horror, drawing his gun from his holster and unloading two rounds into its chest. With a screech, the frail being stumbled back. Not satisfied, Walker unloaded three more shots, two in the chest, one in the left shoulder. This last shot caused the creature to spin and crash to the ground. It's boney corpse slumped to the floor in a small heap and Walker stared in shock.

He scrambled to his feet, stepping back a few paces as he fumbled for his radio.
"M- Mac!" He blurted out in a shaky voice.
"Charlie's- fuck! He's dead. I need back up down here, now! Call the cops or something I don't fucking know, just hurry the fuck up!" Walker was in the middle of rambling and shouting into his radio when the creature on the ground began to move. Suddenly, Walker stopped talking, staring in horror as the creature twisted an arm, a snap being heard as it did so, placing it in the dirt and beginning to shove itself up onto its feet.

Horrified, Walker aimed his gun and unloaded another two rounds into its back, making the creature slump down to the ground again. While it was down, Walker clicked the small button in the side of his M1911, the empty magazine inside falling to the floor while Walker dropped his radio, fumbling around to grab a fresh magazine for his weapon. While he did that, he could hear a small, raspy hiss coming from the creature on the ground, and his eyes widened as it began to get up again. No, that was impossible. He'd unloaded seven .45 ACP rounds into that thing. There was no way it could still be trying to get back up. However, to Walker's disbelief, it was.

Again, and with a few cracks of its boney arms, the creature twisted its arms and started to force itself back up. Walker slid the fresh clip into his gun, yanking back the slide with shaking hands before taking aim at the creature, which was now on one knee, and fired two shots at it. The first hit the thing's lower back, making it stumble and fall onto one side, and the second hit it's left arm. Walker stumbled back, eyes wide as it yet again began to stumble to its feet, this time succeeding. It turned, locking eyes with Walker as the thing opened it's mouth to snarl at him, bearing row after row of sharp, yellow teeth. Walker raised his gun, taking aim as the creature screeched and stumbled towards him, firing a single shot that collided with the creature's forehead, sending it straight to the ground.

Silently, Walker stood, staring at the thing on the floor. Was it dead? He wasn't sure. So, he aimed at it and pulled the trigger again and again, emptying the last five shots into its limp body just to be sure. He then sighed, lowering his weapon and taking a small step closer. He could hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance and looked over his shoulder in the direction of the noise. With a joyful sigh, he felt his body ease up. Thank God. Help was coming. He could explain what happened, have the officers send him home or something and he could go collapse into bed at some shitty motel. He just needed sleep. Nightmares would probably riddle his dreams but he didn't care. He was just happy to be alive.

As the sirens got closer, Walker turned his attention back to the bullet ridden corpse on the ground. He was curious as to what the Hell it even was. It couldn't have been a human, there was no way. So, he turned his attention to it, ready to get a closer look. When he turned around, he got a closer look, in the form of the creature lunging up at him, jaw unhinged, screeching loudly. Walker screamed, almost as loud as the screeching of the horrifying creature and fell back; but it was no use, the thing's jaw found itself locked onto his neck, sharp teeth digging into Walker's jugular as he fell onto his back, the creature landing on top of him, claws scratching at his torso as Walker tried to scream, scream for the help of the Police officers that must have been so close to him. Safety was merely moments away and if he could scream, perhaps they would find him in time. He opened his mouth, trying to scream for help, but all the could muster was a cough of blood that was now pooling in the back of his throat. He gagged, choking on the crimson liquid that filled his throat as the creature clawed and tore at his chest, feeling it suck at his neck before tearing its head back, ripping a huge chunk of Walker's neck with it, and once that happened, everything for Walker went black.