Help claire. you can't leave her alone.
From Create Your Own Story
In the dim headlights, you can see a small thin man, old, balding, and wearing only a pair of tighty whites heading towards Claire with a claw hammer. Just a step behind him is a dark haired woman, completely nude, her chest and torso covered with cuts and bruises. One of her breasts is missing a nipple, and the bloody areola drains crimson liquid down her form. Both of them are marred with thick red pustules, and the old man is screaming something at Claire you can't hear over the rain.
Claire raises the shotgun to her shoulder and fires a singular blast at the man. Buckshot streams in his direction, but barely grazes his left arm, stopping him for a moment. You grip the dagger tight and rush him, screaming in anger as you do. You're sick of this shit. Sick of it.
You barrel into the man with your shoulder first, knocking him backwards and off of his feet. As he topples backwards you reach out with the knife and shove the blade deep into his chest. His own mass pulls him down and pulls the knife free, and he lands with a splash in a dark puddle on the street.
"The gun is jammed!" Claire yells, as you look up to see the woman coming towards you. She's completely unarmed, but her arms are outstretched and her fingers curled as if she's planning on clawing you to death. You don't hesitate. You drop to one knee as she comes in and stab upwards with the knife. The blade end slides deep into her flesh, upwards between her ribs and she hisses like a balloon losing air. Quickly you pull back the knife and then stab her again, rising up off your knee to put some strength into it. This time you catch her just beneath the collar bone, and push her backwards with your weight. She topples from the blade and flops onto the street, still hissing.
"I'm not touching that body" you say. "He might not even be dead. Or it might be a trap. We take the car."
Claire takes a deep breath and nods. "Make a run for it?" she asks. You nod. "On three," she says, then counts.
When she hits three you both dart out into the road, as fast as your legs can carry you. It seems like miles between you and the car, and fear eats at your insides. Your heart pounds in your chest like it might break your sternum, and the rain stings your eyes as you dart for the vehicle.
"Shit!" Claire screams, and you turn back in time to see that two figures have come from the darkness of the road, headed in her direction as she fights to keep up with you.
