The thing rushes her like a force of nature; it moves forward with grace and speed that are very inhuman, and yet most of its shape is extremely human. It’s a potentially unnerving observation that she completely ignores, dodging to the side very quickly to avoid the charge. Her shoulder collides painfully with the wall but she pays it little mind, raising the massive crowbar in her hands and swinging hard.
It screeches at her. Iron smashes into flesh and bone. A red spray paints the wall next to the thing. Somehow, though, it manages to rush her again.
This time she dodges in the other direction, towards the middle of the hallway, and swings faster. She’s getting used to its rhythm.
More screeching, this time more agonized—and infinitely human—and the red spray fills the air for a brief moment. It splatters on Forrest’s face, but she thinks nothing of it. The only thing that matters is making sure the creature cannot get back up and start hurting her anymore. When it collapses, she stands over it and beats it. Repeatedly. Until her crow bar is hitting floor instead of corpse. The splatter has moved to her clothes. This, too, she ignores.
“All you deserve,” she mutters at it, disgusted. It won’t get back up.
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
