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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 1803376" data-attributes="member: 2292">Exit 23, Part Seven“Oh crap, oh crap.”Zac started moving, a few seconds ahead of his cognitive thoughts that told him it was a bad idea.  He slugged through the snow in a stumbling sprint, trying to cover the space between himself and the demon.  there was a flash of black in the snow, a momentary glimpse of Ammie's hand as she struggled to find her feet, and then he was airborne.  Sailing towards the creature in a flying tackle.  Five years of highschool football came rushing back to him, the feeling of his weight cruising through the air in an effort to intercept his opponent before it could do any damage.  He hit the creature sqaurely, his shoulder driving into the things side...…and it barely moved.“Oh CRAP.”Fetid breath caught Zac in the face, making him gag.  He coughed, distracted just long enough for glittering claws to DRIVE into his stomach and sending him sprawling back in the snow.  A wave of dizziness swept over him.Zac's blood fountained out in a glittering arc, staining the snow as the numb wound gushed crimson fluid.  Zac groaned, a hand held to his stomach, and contemplated the common sense of struggling back to his feet.  He fought back unconsciousness, his eyes locked on teh glittering red of the wolf-creatures stare as it loomed over him.  Zac felt every muscle in his body freeze.He whimpered.AAAAIIIIIYAAA.  Ammie was on her feet, pushing upright in a single fluid movement and using the momentum to carry her foot into the creatures’ crotch.  The creature let out a straggled cry, its features turning to face the young woman who now stood with both hands held in a defensive stance.“Come on, you crazy freak,” Ammie yelled into the wind.  Both hands were raised, fists loosely bunched and ready to lash out.  “Come on.”The creature struggled forward.  Zac wasn’t even sure if the creature had genitalia, least of all where Ammie had kicked it, but whatever she connected with it was enought to daze the demon.  He heard the sharp crack of gunfire as Nick came running into the snow, his SIG-Sauer snapping off a shot into the beasts’ chest.  Blue-white blood gushed into the air and the creature let out another scream.  The sound echoed in their ears, a scream that chilled the marrow in their bones.  Zac wasn't sure, but it was possible he was screaming as well.  When the silence came, Zac ran for the cars.  He was relying on old instincts, the dogged persistence needed to run through the snow towards a try line.  He heard Ammie yelling again, glanced back just in time to see her launch her body upwards and swing a roundhouse kick into the creature's head.  The head snapped backwards, bobbing back and forth like a childs toy. Zac shuddered as he watched it twist and weave, trying to block out the thought that head and body were connected by a slinky.  He hit the slope of the car, clambering through snow until he felt the steel of the bonnet beneath his boots. Nick fired again, a clear shot that nailed the creature right between the eyes.  Blue-black blood sprayed accross the parking lot, covering Zac in gore.  Zac slumped against the care, staring at the carnage and gristle that surrounded him.  Ammie was letting out a yell of triumph, Nick a quick grunt as he kept the pistol trained.  The creatures body staggered backwards, righted itself, and flexed the ice-tipped claws against the wind.  The faint trail of blue-ish steam that rose from the space where its head should have been evaporated into the wind.  Then it turned, pointing a taloned finger directly at Nick.  Ammie screamed.  Zac clambered through the broken windshield of the cruiser, searching for a weapon.  The headless demon LAUNCHED itself at Nick, the trail of blue-white steam marking its path accross the snow.  Nick threw up both hands to shield his face…...and protected it from a burst of cold air and snow that rushed past, dissappearing into the storm.Everyone stood in the midst of the parking lot.  Waiting.  “What the HELL was THAT?” Ammie demanded.No one answered.  One by one, they realized they were loosing feeling in their fingers and toes.“Guns, flashlight and ignition,” Nick said.  Ammie didn’t respond, so he pushed her towards the cruiser.  Zac was already rummaging around inside, searching for useful equipment.  He let out a cry of triumph, a bloody hand holding up the cruisers first aid kit.“What are you doing?” Ammie asked.  Nick shrugged.“First, some crowd control,” he said.  “Then I’m getting ready to patch his stomach.  Then we’re getting the wounded out of here.”Ammie stared at him for a few seconds, ready to argue.  Then she gave a brief shrug, turned and stalked towards the cruiser.  Nick watched her go, then dragged himself back to the doors of the rest stop.  Lousy *&#%$ of a day, he though.  At least it can’t get much worse.It's about then that he caught his first whiff of gasoline and smoke.</blockquote>

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