*Rusty Gongor woke up, stretched and as usual forgot to brush his teeth. He picked up his gun, just in case, and walked out to the sun's beams, miserable as ever. He looked out from beneath his grimy eyebrows, and his mouth was slowly opened as he saw the creatures surrounding him. Petrified, he quickly loaded his gun and shot one of them. It fell. He shot all of them around him, and he still had two bullets left over. Maybe he could be a hero, he thought. He'd only shot around half a dozen, maybe there were more. He was about to test this, when suddenly he fell. His vision blurred, he saw the monster he knew he'd shot grab his leg. He shot it again. It was covered in blood and clearly should have been dead. He attempted to crawl away, to no avail. THe monster quickly bit out chunks of his leg and he wailed, releasing piercing screams out to the sky. He kicked with the remaining parts of his leg but the thing didn't care. And soon multiple of these mutants were approaching him...only two that he'd shot had actually perished. They pulled lumps of flesh from his neck, chest, back and hips until half of his body remained. That half, now dead, slowly stood up...*
