There was a sickening crunch when the poker pierced through the skull, the smell of rot so powerful, it made Sam dizzy. Blood poured from the torn flesh on his arm as the creature released him, though not so fast as to indicate that he'd nicked an artery. Small favours.

He rolled over onto his back, watching the girl go right for him with a freaking hole in her chest, not large, but still, he could damn near see through her body. God.

With no time to actually get out of the way, not with the state he was in, he brought the poker up and let her come at him. He didn't know if it'd be stupid enough or hungry enough to impale itself, but it was his best shot. His only shot, really, because if it didn't work, he was screwed and he knew it.