Friday just after dark. Claire N, Logan, Sam, and OTA- Running from the Carnage
One of the raptors had slipped by Logan, and that was all it took for the young woman to fall victim to its tenacious appetite. He heard the commotion that came from Claire and Sam, the screams and the sound of gun fire. "CLAIRE!" Logan screamed with a raspy voice. One of the raptors lunged at him again, but with feral rage and extended claws he swiped at its face. Blood was spilled, and it screeched at him before he ran off to regain its bearings.
He ran toward Claire and Sam, the smell of her blood filling his senses only served to fuel the rage that had sparked inside of him. He knelt down beside her lifeless body, and looked over his shoulder to see the other two raptors gazing at the trio hungrily. "We gotta get out of here," he said in a near growl. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge, and there was nothing more he'd like than to kill the other creatures, but he'd be damned if he'd let them have Claire's body, and Sam's life. Without hesitation Logan lifted Claire's body into his arms, and threw her over a shoulder. He'd need at least one arm free to fend of their attackers.