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into the Mac's parking lot, sliding towards the gas pumps. Roland had forgotten to wear his seat belt and slammed hard into the roof a sharp pain coming from the left side of his face.
     
    Crystal had been wearing her seat belt and still had her head slammed against the passenger side window knocking her unconscious. Thankfully Roland had tied down the cargo so as the Jeep came to a grinding halt and his head smashed up against the windshield and every thing went black nothing in the trunk had moved.
     
    The first thing Roland noticed when he came to was the warm blood covering the left side of his face, the second thing he noticed was the hand wrapped around his leg pulling him through the shattered driver's side window. Still dazed from the crash Roland tried to open his eyes, his left wouldn't open and he didn't know if it was still there.
     
    With his right eye he saw that Crystal was unconscious dangling from her seat belt her black hair stained red with blood on one side. Another hard tug from his leg reminded him of the big hand trying to pull him out of the Jeep. “Crystal.” His voice hoarse and strained.
     
    His legs were outside the vehicle now and Roland grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and began looking for a weapon. His HK rested against the back window and he could find no sign of the hunting knife. As his hand slipped off the steering wheel Roland remembered the Desert Eagle in his jacket pocket. Reaching the pocket on his duster Roland wrapped his hand around the big gun's grip just as the hand on his leg gave another strong tug pulling him the rest of the way out the vehicle. Blinking his right eye Roland got a good look at what had been pulling on his leg, it was a man in bright blue coveralls.
     
    Roland pulled the big gun out of his pocket amazed at how big the creature was; he must have been at least four hundred pounds. Half of the creature's face had been torn off, it's lidless eye a bright yellow. Shocked at the creature's appearance Roland squeezed the Eagle's trigger the big gun roaring and nearly bucking out of his left hand as the slug tore into the creature's chest. The big .44 tore a massive hole in the creature's chest but had almost no effect as the big man fell onto Roland almost crushing him and knocking the gun out of his hand.
     
    Teeth closed inches from Roland's face and he could smell the massive creature's rotted breath. The monster was too big for Roland to push off so he put his gloved hands on the creature's throat doing his best to keep them away from the creature's teeth. “Crystal!” His voice was back now and he looked towards the overturned Jeep.
     
    Help came in an unexpected form as something knocked the obese creature off of him. Silently thanking whatever had saved him Roland rolled over searching the snow for the big black handgun while the creature shrieked trying to right itself. Roland's fingers closed on the gun's handle as the monster righted itself and started pushing itself up.
     
    Standing as quickly as he could; he felt a large amount of snow fall down his shirt as Roland aimed for the monster's center mass and started firing. The big gun barked four times and four more holes materialized in the blue coveralls; the creature jerking with each impact.
     
    “ What the hell is going on?” Roland backed away, one bullet left in the Eagle.
     
    A loud bark came from somewhere to his left distracting the creature giving Roland the chance to catch his bearings. Thinking back to the other two times he’d faced the creatures, it came to him; the head, he needed to aim for the head. Bringing the big gun up to bear Roland centered the sites on the monsters massive forehead and exhaled, squeezing the trigger. A hole materialized in the monster’s head as it was tipped over backwards; a marionette with its strings cut.
     
    Ejecting the spent magazine and loading a fresh one, Roland cocked the big gun and took a deep breath in an attempt to slow his