The Beginning of The End- Chapter Four

 I'm empty handed, looking at these ogres. There was one in particular, probably the head of the pack. Bald, muscular and by the looks of him defiantly hungry. "Go!" the leader barked.
I guess I should count myself lucky, they only had one gun. This left seven members to fight bare knuckle. I inhaled what potentially could be my last breathe. I told myself to focus, it is always better to fight with a clear head. That was when I saw him. The first attacker. A short, skimpy kid, his fist aiming for the base of my side. I turned and grasped his fist around my hand. My speed stunned him, that provided time. Pretty soon my free hand found itself wrapped around his throat. Without much force, I lifted him above my head, spun and tossed him like a grenade. He flew across the sky. The look on his face was pure terror. He ended up tackling the only girl in the group. It was a short victory leaving now only six attackers to take care of.
 "Who's next!" I taunted. My answer a kick behind my leg. I blacked out for like two seconds, enough time for the attacker to get his greasy arms around my neck. I was caught in a headlock. I could only see one thing, the gun. Its tip pointing straight for my head. I did the only thing I could think of. I bit the thumb of my strangler. His headlock lost its force and with a quick side spin and turn I found myself behind the beast, and I mean the beast. Six feet of pure fat and hair. I could not believe I bit him! I finally realized the horrible taste dominating my taste buds. I didn't have time to spit the taste out because what happened next was quick. If  you even blinked you would have missed it.
  The kid with the gun had already pulled the trigger when I escaped. Three holes now had entered the beast's heart. He tipped over about to collapse right on top of me. Keeping both hands out, I managed to support him up. Pushing my feet forward I used him as a ram, pushing him straight into the gunman.
 The beast's dead body was to much for the gunman, they both went down. With the gunman's last bit of strength he curled his finger around the trigger, sending bullets flying. A man, skinny but tall, on the left had no chance of survival. His whole body had been replaced by holes. My luck was better than his. A single bullet entered my shoulder. The pain, it came instantly, same as the blood. The pain, it’s memory engraved in my brain. It's not possible to forget. The hole on my shoulder, a possible three inches, was not deep enough to kill. However, I still felt and tasted death. It tasted bitter, it was, in reality, blood. I kept one hand over the bullet's entryway, as I struggled to move forward. The area was already starting to blur around me. Falling, I landed on my knees nest to two dead bodies, the beast and gunman. I took the gun. Pushing up with immense force on my part I stood to find my last three attackers. I wrapped my finger around the cold of the gun's trigger, closed my eyes, and shot.