advice.
“You’d better start CPR anyway,” he told her. “At least until LAS get here.”
Kneeling in the blood-soaked grass, Sheena tilted the flaccid woman’s head back and opened her mouth. Just then, Kate’s eyes opened and she stared up at the female officer.
“She’s alive,” Sheena cried, startled but extremely grateful.
“What’s happening, mate?” asked the lone police officer, getting out of the newly arrived car.
It was Jack, Sheena saw with an element of relief. He was a six foot five great lump of a man. Just the copper you wanted at your side when it all went pear-shaped.
People were emerging from the houses all along the street now, eager to see what all the drama was about.
“Get back in your houses,” John shouted as best he could at them. They ignored him. “Please, for your own safety, go back inside. We’ve got things under control.”
As he was saying this, there was a scream from inside number seven.
“Get back! Get back!” Danny could be heard shouting.
“Are you alright here with her?” Jack asked Sheena.
John, beside her, stunk of CS gas and was doubled over, practically bringing up his lungs. He wouldn’t be any use to anyone for the next few minutes.
“Yeah, go,” Sheena told the tall officer.
Jack ran over to the door of number seven, booted it open, and disappeared inside with his baton held ready.
“More units,” John choked out the words into his radio , his eyes streaming so badly he couldn’t see a thing now. “X-ray, we need more units.”
“John, I need an update,” the Skipper responded back.
“It’s okay. You’re going to be alright,” Sheena tried to convince the woman she was now cradling in her lap.
The injured Kate lifted her head slightly, enabling her to stare down at the mess of torn flesh and exposed ribs where her breasts had so recently been. The pain she was in was clearly evident from the agonised expression on her face. Despite this though, Sheena noticed that the woman’s breathing wasn’t laboured.
“What the hell?” Sheena murmured to herself, as she realised now that what was left of the woman’s chest wasn’t even rising and falling at all.
She stooped even lower, in order to place her ear just above the injured woman’s mouth and nose. Nothing. The woman wasn’t breathing. So how could she possibly have regained consciousness, Sheena wondered, her face knotted in confusion.
Kate , her own expression still one of raging pain, reached up with a sudden strike and grabbed Sheena by the back of her neck. Though the officer tried to fight her, her strength was no match and the woman dragged her down, mauling her neck with bite after bite.
In Raj, the foreign amoeboid cells had taken hours to assimilate his body fully, but in doing so, they had adapted. In Kate, their second human host, they had taken only minutes to perform the same feat. And now, just as Raj had, the woman craved raw meat with an uncontrollable hunger, her body desperately attempting to rebuild itself while the attacking alien cells killed off the majority of the tissue they came into contact with.
With her larynx crushed, Sheena wasn’t even able to scream, as her throat erupted in an arcing plume of hot blood. Her eyes fixed in disbelief, she slumped forward, her face resting with a splat in the other woman’s open chest cavity. Kate’ s face lost its expression of agony for a moment and instead became one of satisfied lust, as she greedily drank the torrent of blood that spewed into her mouth.
So silent and ferocious had the attack been, that John , sat beside them, the heels of his palms pressed into his eyes and snot oozing from his nostrils, was completely oblivious to what had happened.
“How’s she doing, Sheena?” he asked, still coughing pathetically. “ Sheena?”
There was a frenzied banging on the door of number nine now, as the crazed Raj beat it with a strength he would not normally have possessed, causing it to rattle
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