After we're done with our Five-Finger Discount shopping, John starts up the Mercedes and opens up the trunk. Ryan and I are walking slowly out the front door, each hand loaded with heavy weaponry.
A loud shriek, that sounds like that of a Jack's, sounds from my right, several yards away.
It charges. I drop the weapons, except for a pistol, and run, ducking behind the dumpsters.
I hear Ryan shouting, and shots fired, and a scream of pain, human.
A growl sounds next to my ear, and I turn around quick as lightning and shoot the thing, screaming at the same time. Yeah, I'm an excellent multi-tasker.
I wait a few moments longer, and come out to find a scene so horrible it's only by sheer curiosity that I can even look.