"I believe I saw a chicken ghost." Piotr said, somewhat as an agreement to what this guy was saying about the cruel sense of humor. He followed easily, noting that this was the same cover that he would have taken, which meant that this man knew no more than he did.
The blind leading the blind.
"Things that must be fought and killed? Yes. Monsters such as these? No. This is a special fucked up."
Piotr tried to understand what the man was kneeling for, but instead turned to make sure that neither one of them would get harmed by the attacking creatures. As far as he was concerned, this man wouldn't get so much as a stray hair on his coat.
He found the guns easily, pulling them from under his ruined jacket, glad that the KGB had long ago seen the need for specially made holsters.
"I liked this jacket." Piotr mumbled, shooting at the first sign of movement. "I liked it a lot."