Shaine yelped and scrambled to grab ahold of the sink and then the window frame to keep from sliding out of the busted up room along with the tub. 

Suddenly another explosion rocked the broken building, the concussion of the blast hitting hard from below. Shane was mostly protected by the second floor and the bulk of the messed up deathclaw, but the structure groaned and creaked as it further buckled beneath him. 

More shots fired. 

It felt like slow motion as the rotted wood cracked loudly and broke off in his hands and he fell backwards. He clutched the sharp splintered stake of wood as if holding onto the remainder of his once anchor could stop him from his descent. He slid, then rolled and fell out into the space below, landing hard half on his side and half on his stomach. 

The kid uncurled his fingers from the chunk of wood and tried to stand up on the heap underneath him. He wobbled and fell to the side, off the deathclaw. He yelped and backed away clumsily a few steps until he noticed the beast was laying still, the shiv of wood jutting out of its eye. 

The thing was beyond messed up. Its face was a wreck, its legs blown to stringy bits surrounding broken bone, a gaping wound in its gut showed partial intestines that were nearly expelled. 

[i]And that smell![/i]

Shaine swallowed hard to fight the rising bile in his throat and backed away, tripping half over his own feet and half over the leg of a blonde man downed behind him.