Page 4 of Jameson

It hit me like a fucking tank. I whipped an arm against its neck, holding off its snapping jaws. Its face was close to mine, and its breath smelled rank. It snarled, raw hunger glowing in its red eyes.

“Not today, asshole,” I gritted out.

I whirled and rammed a punch into its midsection. Damn, it was like hitting a brick wall. Sasha was shouting in my ear, but I blocked her out.

Grinding my teeth together, I shoved. We spun, and the monster slammed me into the wall. Pain vibrated through my body.

Then it whirled and tossed me.

I crashed through a wooden coffee table, and hit the floor. Something twinged in my torso.

Swallowing a groan, I pushed up. A broken table leg was right in front of me. I snatched it up. The end of it was pointed and sharp.

The monster came at me with a roar.

I stabbed out with the table leg. It sunk into the thick flesh in the creature’s midsection, and the beast roared.

“Yeah, you don’t like that, do you?”

Its claws raked against my body armor. Then it pulled its fist back, and swung.

The blow sent me staggering back. My head slammed into the wall and my ears rang.

Shit.

I reached out, my fingers closing on the TV on the stand beside me. I gripped it hard, and with a huge swing, I aimed it at the monster.

The screen hit its head and shattered. The creature let out a garbled, angry sound.

I turned to run. A heavy blow hit my back, and I crashed to the floor facefirst.

Shit. The air rushed out of me, my ribs hurting. Then I lifted my head, and spotted my carbine on the floor, just ahead of me.

Yes. I stretched out an arm. My fingers brushed the end of it. The monster’s steps made the floor vibrate.

Fuck. I stretched even more.

My fingers closed on the carbine, and I rolled onto my back.

The monster lunged at me, and I pressed the trigger. I fired right in its face.

Gore and blood splattered me.

Suddenly, more carbine fire joined mine.

Kai walked into the room, his expression deadly.

The monster landed heavily on my legs. Dammit, that hurt. I kicked the dead weight off me.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

Kai walked over and held a gloved hand out.

I took it and let him haul me up.

“I hate when they’re humanoid,” Kai said.

“Me, too.”

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