Mike was in a bad way. These things were stronger than they looked, but Mike was still fighting. It seemed this stalemate would last forever, that is until bullets saved his ass . Relief washed over Mike like a wave. As he lay there, collecting his strength, a man who he assumed was his savior walked up and said [i]"hey, are you alright?"[/i]

Opening his eyes, Mike saw the guy who had just saved his ass. He was just a kid. With a sigh, Mike said "Fucked up world where kids have to kill." Taking the kids hand, Mike was helped up and he dusted himself off before pulling his crowbar from the corpse of the freak. Giving it a quick wipe on the clothes of one of the freaks, Mike said "Names Mike, thanks for saving my ass." As he said this Mike walked over to the door and kicked open the door to the cabin. Immediately regretting it at what he saw. Poor bastard took the easy way out, blew his brains across the roof. Giving a quick prayer for the fallen, Mike picked up the shotgun. Wasn't much ammo for it though, maybe enough for at least three reloads. 

Stepping outside, Mike said "So kid, were to now?"