Ejaz Andrews
Ejaz watched grimly as Arthur went up to the door and opened it.
No matter how much he mentally prepared himself for it, the sight of one of those creatures still set off a strong sensation of terror inside him, a primal, deadly fear.
Arthur went to town on it, beating it with that trusty old axe he'd used back in the camp, too. That didn't make seeing it being hacked into the thing's flesh any easier.
He felt nauseous, and if his stomach hadn't been so empty, he might even have puked.
"Oh God", he muttered underneath his breath.
Then he felt something heavy hit his leg and he almost screamed, but he held it back when he saw that it was only the dog, running past the group and outside.
He never thought he'd think such a thing, only a dog, but his fear of the animals seemed to pale in comparison to the thing that was actually threatening their lives right now.
Arthur had to hold the animal back and he seemed to be overwhelmed by the creature that was mangled and wounded, but still going on with inhuman strength.
Ejaz looked to the others, not knowing what to do, but next thing he knew, Anna jumped into the battle, which didn't surprise him one bit.
She came at the monster like a madman, landing one brutal attack after the other.
He wanted to look away, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Anna beating that thing to a pulp.
But for some reason nothing she did could make it go down and stay down, it's like it wasn't even bothered by most of the bows she dealt.
Anna seemed overwhelmed and just as Ejaz struggled to will himself to step in and help her out, she took out a gun and shot at it.
The sound of the gunshot being fired in such a close proximity to all of them made his ears ring, the ringing drowning out any other sounds for a few moments.
He was baffled when the bastard just stood back up after being shot in the shoulder. That thing wasn't human anymore, it couldn't be. It was something else, something that couldn't be brought down by even the most lethal of attacks.
Can it even be killed at all?, he asked himself, his stomach turning for the second time in a few minutes. What if it was some sort of superior, invincible being? How could they survive this, then?
His question would be answered shortly after as Erika lunged at the creature and promptly sliced its head off with a machete.
He dropped the weapon in his own hand out of shock at the ghastly scene.
It was like his muscles had gone weak, his knees were soft too, like they were about to give in.
He slowly bended over and picked it back up and then looked back at the creature lying there, headless. It didn't move or get back up. It was over.
Erika stormed outside and into the open field outside the house.
He felt bad for her, he couldn't even take the sight of the monster being killed, he couldn't begin to imagine what it must have felt like to do the deed yourself.
She had saved their lives, but he felt that that wasn't such a great condolence to her right now.
He jogged after her, as fast as he could with his still-hurting wounds, until he reached the spot where she had sat down.
He didn't say anything for a while, he just sat down next to her, looking into the distance into the same direction as her.
The branches of the trees were swaying in a light breeze, birds were chirping.
It was almost like there hadn't been a carnage in the garden of the farmhouse just now, like all was well in the world and there were no monsters that were out for human flesh.
He only shot a couple short glances at her out of the corner of his eye.
"You okay?", he then asked softly, ripping a handful of grass out of the ground and dropping it again.
He felt bad for her, he really did.
But he knew she would get over this eventually. She was strong, both physically and mentally.