"Father, give me strength, I trust in Your Holy Wisdom..." Mac ran with all his might, and ducked round the corner of a small house, into an alley, as the soldiers gave chase, shouting orders and splitting up to cut him off. It wasn't looking good, for the father, whose older age and untrained body started to get exhausted. But this was not the place to die. His work must be completed, for other souls begged to be saved. Not now. Not when so close to atoning for his own dark sins.

It was while in deep thought that he was charged by a soldier from up ahead, who managed to get in front of him around the other side of the house. The armed man, brought his gun up, and smashed the butt of his rifle against Mac's face, knocking him backwards and onto the ground, concussed and confused. Pointing his gun at the father, he began to radio it in. "Sir, I have the fugitive under control. Position is-" Out of nowhere, what the father presumed to be a 'Runner' (from the fox man's previous statement in the convenience store) human, tackled the man to the ground, and savagely tore into him with it's claws, as he flailed and screamed. "SHIT, SHIT, OH GOD! GET IT OFF ME, GET IT THE FUCK-" There was a gurgled cry, as the soldier's throat was torn out, and the beast continued to rip him to shreds, screeching and howling. 

The father stumbled back to his feet, thick blood streaming from his broken nose and fractured cheekbone cut, as he made a dizzied run out of the alley. Trying to blink the stars out of his eyes, he realized with horror that again, the noise had attrated the horde, and the two other soldiers (minus the fox man) fired into the crowd. "FUCK THIS, I'M OUT!" One soldier left his companion, throwing his empty rifle to the ground and entering a sprint in the opposite direction, as another Runner grabbed his team mate and the horde surrounded the doomed man. Without thinking, Mac shouldered his way into an empty house, and locked the door behind him. 

Turning around, he finally learnt where the fox sergeant was, as his furry fist connected with his temple. Mac fell to the ground, and was out cold, from both shock and blood loss.