The homicidal freak kicked James in the gut knocking the wind and allowing the child to get the upper hand. James just barely got his CAR15 up in time to act as a sort of bar. As the child pushed down on his weapon it exhibited otherworldly strength and began to push it's face towards James's. The child got it's face so close to James that he could see each and every slash as well as the eyeball hanging half out of it's socket. The child snapped at him and James could smell it's breath as a mixture of rotting eggs and shit.
Just when James thought it was all over a gunshot sounded from behind him which entered the back of the child's head and came out the front resulting in it's blood and brain matter coating James's upper body and face.
As James lay on that grimy bloodstained floor gasping for breath trying to get blood and brain matter off of his face and goggles so he could see clearly a small white square which resolved itself into a towel appeared in his field of view.
"Thanks" James sputtered he grabbed the towel and wiped the gore from his face.
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