Friday just after dark. Claire N, Logan, Sam, and OTA- Running from the Carnage
Claire didn’t need to be told twice; her prey instincts kicked in hard and fast, adrenaline right along with it, dulling the sharp zings of bruised ribs in order to book it for some hope of safety. She could hear the desk explode with the force Logan chucked it, the rumble of structural xollapse, and the horning of those things behind them as she ran. But she didn't take her eyes off that lighter space ahead of them. She couldn't. If she looked away or even blinked, she'd loose it in the dark and they'd be trapped.
Claire didn't breathe until she jetted through the door, and skidded to a rough stop on debris and linoleum against a wall on the other side. Another hallway corridor, but she could hear the hard rain at the end, where the building had been destroyed to the open.
"There's a way out-!" She barked, turning to seehow far Sam and Logan were behind her...
That's when the sound of rain was interrupted by something much closer. Too close. A high potched series of clicks that turned her blood cold. Time seemed to stop as the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and she sucked in a breath.
Claire was barely able to let out a scream before the freight train with claws broadsided her from the dark, flattening her aganst the broken wall with it's weight and ripping talons. The pain was blinding, but swift... gone like a flash of lightning that left everything dull, and fading. The raptor tore into her, but she only saw it for a brief, petrified moment before the cold revelation sank in. The last thing she heard before the darkness swallowed her was the distant bbang of the gun going off in her hand, and the scream of whatever had been eating her lurching back, with a bullet through the eye.