As much as Sangamon might have tried to fend the thing off, it wasn't good enough. On top of the searing pain that was running through his middle, Harvey felt as teeth that were too human for comfort bit into his neck, causing him to let out another garbled noise of pain.

"Shit! Fuck. Aghh--!" Harvey jerked away wildly as Sangamon finally pushed the monster backward. He slumped to the ground, the sword still buried in his stomach, and tried to force himself to think. What did he do next? How did he survive this? Did he even have a sliver of a chance?

Maybe this was how it was supposed to end. Maybe this was a way of teaching him that all his need for revenge wouldn't lead anywhere good. He didn't know, but right now things weren't looking so great for him. He clutched at the wall behind him and tried to push himself up, but his knees had given out on him.

"Get me... out of here," he gasped.