[b][color=green][h3]Thomas "Judas" Kelly
Western Oregon, Campground off of I-5, Northern Frontier[/h3][/color][/b]

They were really in the shit now. Thomas felt the almost comfortably familiar feeling of his body being flooded with adrenaline. His hands were shaking ever so slightly even with all his years of experience and he was having to take an extra split second before shots to make sure they were on point. Forcing himself not to run purely on instinct he calmed his nerves and shot down another beast, blasting holes through its eyes and neck. At the same time to his left one of the things threw itself onto Dr. Sadegi, seeming to try with all its might to tear out her throat. Before he could even reposition himself to open fire on the thing the deadly woman had taken care of it herself, silencing and throwing the heavy creature off of her with a strength and speed Thomas found faintly surprising.

[color=green]“Don’t go messin’ with older folk livin’ lives where most die young.”[/color] He quoted his mother quietly, a subtle smirk pulling at the edge of his mouth even as he fired his weapon at yet another freakishly fast moving creature.   

Around him his teammates were taking care of themselves. Something that he was only really noticing in the periphery. In most circumstances more cohesive squad tactics would have been massively beneficial to them, but the size and speed of the beasts along with the layout of the landscape they found themselves in made most tactics he could think of redundant. It’s not like they could trick the beasts into a choke point out in the open like this. Best they could do was keep the circle tight and try to cover each other. He just hoped everyone could survive on the merit of their own wits until they saw their way through it. This shit was a real trial by fire.

Behind him Dr. Sadeghi called out the alpha of the beasts, a creature that the sight of sent a shiver through Thomas even through the adrenaline. He leveled the Glock 29 at the huge creature and let off careful, deliberately placed shots. Squeezing thrice, he opened gaping wounds. One in its neck and two in its upper left leg, hoping against hope to slow it down a bit so they could better maneuver against it and make it bleed out. The thing, blood soaking its gray, scarred form let out a growl loud enough that Thomas heard it even at the distance, his arm hairs standing on end as it sprinted forward, just barely having a limp to it’s gait. 

[color=green]“Ah, fuck that!”[/color] He grumbled under his breath, slowly backing up towards the super mutant he’d clocked behind him. If that beast closed distance, which it almost certainly would with the speed it possessed, he needed to be next to someone who had a chance to survive for more than a couple of seconds in close quarters with the thing. That sure as shit wasn’t him.