the thoughts of a single creature. As if instead, it's constantly at war with itself, thoughts of many consciousnesses misfiring against each other.

"Make it stop doing that!" Wislawa shouts at Fabian, spitting dead blood before ripping into the next chunk of creature.

instead. Ripping into their flesh and shredding their flesh down to the bone.

Limb by limb it regrows, a dead flailing mass of perpetually regenerating death, pushing itself up on legs only to fall over again, unable to coordinate a direction with itself. As if it did not in fact think --

"Oh, fuck this thing! Fabian! Lend me a hand here will ya?!"

Dragged closer to the mass, Wislawa flails and finds purchase with her hands, core strength aiding her as she forces herself up and claws wildly at the arms trying to grab her. Every time one of them grabs her arms, she uses her teeth--

The mass of vampiric creatures writhed, a howl of agony coming from the many faces. The broken jawed face retreated back into the mass, replaced by another. "What the fuck-" Wislawa jumped back, right as several arms shot out of the mass and grabbed her ankle, sending her backwards onto her ass.--

She flings herself into the room, claws rending open flesh with a complete disregard for her own safety. Wislawa is on it, gripping the jaw of a vampire that tried to bite her. “Bad bad boy!” She cracks its jaw wide open, tearing it loose. “There, much better.”

into the room. “They’re all weird! These aren’t gonna work at all!” She tosses the makeshift stakes over her shoulders, her nails shifting to claws. “Let’s put this thing out of it’s misery. Or as /you/ might say in one word…” She cracks a smile, her razor teeth glinting. “Annihilation.”—

doorway.

Inside, a crawling mass of bodies fused haphazardly with each other pulls itself along the floor. Closer and closer, but far too slow. The few heads poking out bare their fangs, letting out a harrowing shriek.

“Oh! There they are!” Wislawa smiles, glancing back at Fabian as she points—

broke this bat for nothi—“ she’s cut off by a groaning in the next room, pausing in her tracks. The groaning and gurgling continues, with the sound of a weight being dragged along the floor. Getting closer, albeit slowly. “The fuck?” Wislawa approaches the source of the sound, peeking around the—

Wislawa whistles as she checks for her targets, huffing each time she finds an empty space. “Did they move? Assholes.” She mutters, slipping down the next corridor and gesturing for Fabian to follow after her. “I could’ve sworn the intel said there were feral vampies in here. If there aren’t, I—