Snippet #1484320

A. Taylor
Castle Main Building, Second Floor (F4)

The splash of blood as his knife ploughed into the woman's throat and the feeble flailing of her arms against his chest had a strange effect on Taylor, in the way that it had no effect at all. He had felt such internal pain, such confusion at his first kill earlier in the day, why had it become so simple to him now? He wondered, very briefly, if it was the cause of death, or perhaps the knowledge now that these were no longer human. Then his thought pattern was cut off as he slid his blade out of the cartilage of the oesophagus and recieved a bullet to the shoulder.

With a roar of pain and surprise he lost his grip on his knife, which then fell to the ground with an unremarkable scraping sound. His left hand flew up to cover the injury and he felt blood for a moment. Then whatever training he had came back into play and the hand removed itself from where he wanted to keep it and sliced through the air at the handless' throat with the intention of widening the wound to cause a certain kill. Regardless of whether it had done it's job or not he took the chance to duck and run down the corridor away from Golikova's shooting, cursing her as he did.

"God damn, that hurts!" He dived to the ground in the corner furthest from the Russian shooter's position, yelping again as the jolt in his shoulder as he did. "Fuck, fuck!" Again his hand shot instinctively to the joint but he refrained, only out of fear. Words swam through his mind in a strangely logical manner and he remembered the report he had found, suggesting the creatures were infected with some kind of chemical, as well as the promise of medical supplies in the room he currently occupied. Whatever the case may have been he did not want to run the risk of getting the blood from the woman's throat anywhere near his bullet-hole. However the danger was all around him, pools of blood littered the floor but he had been smart enough to land on his left.

Still mumbling his abusive words, Taylor turned his head and strained his neck to check if anything was stumbling towards him while keeping prone to make himself as small a target as possible. Being shot the once was just about enough for him.

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