Jacob watch the lone man running across the pitted wasteland. They were not yet in sight, but Jacob could feel the demons that followed behind. Panting heavily, the man turned towards the ruined building where Jacob stood concealed. Hope rose in his chest that if he could make it inside, he could escape the nightmare behind him.
Hope turned to shit as three keening beasts turned a corner and sighted their prey. In their excitement, they lost control of their physical forms for a moment, maws and legs and claws flickering out of reality for a fraction of a second. but they gained solidity again, and their keening call went forth, freezing the prey in his tracks.
Jacob brought the big gun to his shoulder, chambered a round of Angel Shot, and took aim. The first demon had it's many fanged mouth perched over the prey's prone form when the heavy projectile smashed through it's head and the enchanted lead tore through it's soul. The second paused, turned to look at it's fallen fellow, and died a moment later. The third, slightly smarter, turned tail and tried to run. Jacob took his time, letting the demon hope for escape before finally firing.
The prey turned towards the building, where the shots had come from, and saw a dark figure in a trench coat apprpaching, a big pistol in hand. There was something familiar, the prey thought, about this man.
There is something familiar about the twonk, Jacob thought, gun waying in their hand. He stared for a moment as the man picked hiself up from the ground where he had fallen. Fit, mid-forties maybe, and then he knew why the man looked familiar.
"Uh, thanks. You.. you saved me.. just now..." the prey stumbled through the speech, unsettled by the blank stare from the man with the gun.
"Mr. Stern?" Jacob asked.
"Yes?"
"You were a P.E. teacher before the war?"
"Yes. Do I know you?"
"Yes. You did." Jacob smiled, bringing the gun up level and firing a single round into the teacher's face.
Turning his back, walking away, jacob muttered something.
"I fucking hated P.E.."