4: Ambush

Kenzie pushed herself faster. She had been right. After her grandfather had gotten all the samples he could, they continued on and ran into a group of werewolves. They were able to get a running head start, but the ugly creatures were quick on their tails. Now as she entered this room filled with those slimy-looking things, she could not help but curse under her breath. She saw a doorway on the other side of the room. The last place she wanted to be taking these things on was in a room with their offspring that could also invade her body. Kenzie skidded to a halt when she saw two more wolves appear in the doorway she was heading for. Those ugly sons-a-bitches had trapped them.

Kenzie grabbed her m16, finger on the trigger. She felt her brother press his back to hers. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her grandfather looking around for another way out. Kenzie took a deep breath. She did not want to die, but it was possible that this time, she would not make it out of here alive. Steeling herself, she brought up her gun. "Mackenzie, wait. They aren't charging us," Daniel stated.

Kenzie's eyes narrowed to slits. "I don't plan on giving them a change to either."

Just then they heard a loud noise off in the distance. What the hell was that? Kenzie never took her gun off the creatures. Again, she heard another sound, and a few pieces of the wall began to trickle down. At the third sound, the werewolves seemed to be…contemplating? No…waiting. They were waiting for something. Kenzie would be damned if she waited to find out. If she was going to die, she would take more of them with her.

Taking aim, she fired at the wolf to the left of the door. Firing off rapid shots she soon turned to the other one, which was now coming her way. It got within three feet of her before she dropped it. She then heard other gunfire. Turning around to quickly stand beside her brother she continued to fire. Emptying her magazine into as many as she could, but they were still coming. How many of these things were there?

Dropping the empty gun to hang at her side, Kenzie quickly pulled out her two mk24 handguns. She began firing but knew she could only put down four of them. Maybe five. To her dismay she only took down three. Quickly she pulled the m27 infantry automatic rifle from the place on her brothers back. Aiming, she continued to fire as she began backing towards the other door. She stopped immediately when she heard growling behind her. Turning quickly, she saw three more of those ugly creatures. This time Kenzie heard the purple light, well what it was shot from, before she saw it. She ducked out of the way as fast as she could but was not fast enough. The blood and saliva from the shot creature splatter onto her vest and it began to melt again. She had no choice but to lay the gun down, and strip it off as quickly as possible. She was not sure which bodily fluid was doing it and she did not want to be close enough again to find out.

With a fraction of her attention, Kenzie vaguely heard the sound of the purple light shots. Throwing the vest to the floor she retrieved the gun again. Turning around, she saw three werewolves slowly stalking and advancing on her brother. His back was to them. She did not have time to look for her sharpshooter rescuer. Kenzie was an excellent aim, but she did not want to take the chance on hitting her brother. Slinging the strapped of the gun around her neck, she retrieved her machete, and ran towards them.

Wielding the machete, in two fluid movements she had one cut in half and then turned around shooting one of the other ones. Kenzie went to cut the other one, but it landed a forceful blow with its' large paw. The impact was hard, the strength inhuman as it sent her backwards across the room. Kenzie quickly picked up the gun and began to fire at the same time Colby did. Together they dropped it.

"Behind you!" Kenzie called to her brother.

She got up quickly, turning to her grandfather. The old man was holding his own. She took aim at some of the creatures walking towards him. Dropping a few of them. The ringing of gunshots was so loud that Kenzie never heard the three wolves that were sneaking up behind her. She was only made aware by the sound of her sharpshooter.

Turning around, Kenzie saw the large paw, claws razor sharp and almost glistening in the light, coming her way. She tried to move, but again was not fast enough. The paw swiped across her midsection, digging in deep and causing a shattering scream of pain to force its way from her lips. Kenzie rolled on the floor, trying to quickly push herself to her feet through the pain, as a deafening growl resounded in the room.