Just then a man holding his bloody shoulder came running down the road. He was dressed like a talon company merc, and he started yelling for help. He clutched a bloody gasmask in his right hand. He made a quick look back as he ran by a building and a figure came bursting through the window with a bloody primitive blade in its hand. It struck the man and threw him off his feet, it then plunged the blade into the mans chest and beat him down. Then without a thought, bite tore a hunk of flesh from the side of the mans neck spraying blood everywhere as the man made a last dying screen. The figure took one more bite befor realizing that there were people looking in its direction and ripped the gasmask from the dead mans clutches and sprinted away.