[i]I watched as shadows stretched out of the night, trying to consume the woman. I was outgunned and I knew it. I heavily considered running, but I didn't think I'd make it far. At least I was already dressed up for a cheap funeral if things kept going south.[/i] His eyes travel around, looking over the broken forms of the woman's victims. Some moan, while others scream. Most just lay there with eyes that have glassed over, their horrified expressions frozen on their faces. [i]Maybe the dead were the lucky ones. After all, they no longer had to live in this city, and life could be truly cruel to the maimed, traumatized, and sickly in this twisted city. All of the survivors now qualified for an even worse life than the one they had. The good news just kept on coming.[/i] Gregori's eyes fall on the help that he's been looking for. One of the cyber police lays in a broken slump about twenty feet away. Pushing his way out of the train, the man sprints toward the ruined form. He dives and slides across the ground, pulling the body between himself and the woman as his free hand searches for the officer's weapon. He comes up with the Kriksboc and squeezes the trigger. The pitiful sounds of the wounded are suddenly drowned out from the chattering bark of the nine millimeter rifle as it goes to full auto, it's fire aimed at the murderous woman.