FEEDER: Salsa roja

From Create Your Own Story

FEEDER is unleashed, he storms the place with such frenzy and so little self-preservation sense that the shooters have no time to react.

The first shooter is pulled out of the window by the barrel of his shotgun. FEEDER's fangs in his neck, he screams for help. Someone else replaces him and shoots FEEDER in the back. The blood heals the wounds as they are inflicted but the pain is unbearable.

FUCKER: AAAAAAAAAAAH!

MISTRESS: AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

BINDER: Shut up you winny bitchaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAH!

RAT: Hide, run, we must hide, we must run, AAAAAAAH!

YOU: Gumpf!

Lily little shirt is torn to shreds. FEEDER jumps into the hole catching the new shooter's face in flight.

The shots from several guns are now focused on FEEDER. But after the third and fourth shooters fall under his fangs, the lead shower seems to dry up.

Lily's poor body is now covered in blood, both her assailants' and hers. The pain of the healing is still present but it's not as terrible as it was.

FUCKER: Fuck, fuck, fuck, that was fucking painful.

BINDER looking at the shadows where you stand: Never again. Never again let him coordinate an attack, you hear me?

YOU: BINDER? Shut the fuck up.

BINDER: ... ok.

CRYER: sob sob...

FEEDER looks around him. A hot looking teenager is holding a pistol protecting the last survivors. He moves on her. She's so terrified that he doubts that she'll be able to shoot. Lily's muscle tense none the less, expecting the painful bite of the bullet. The girl is crying when the gun is ripped from her hands. She falls on her knees begging for mercy. FEEDER's fangs are drenched in saliva.

FUCKER: Can I please have her?

BINDER: We're a girl you asshole.

FUCKER: I'm not and it never stopped Lily.

Will you let FUCKER have his way?

or will you let FEEDER finish what he has started?