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Everyone was silent, their eyes fixed at the gasping man. Their faces were pale and their bodies stiff. The first one who managed to get hold of himself was Dean. He ran over to the man, his guard always up, nevertheless. And he asked, no with his voice one would say it was like a demand to answer: 'Is that your blood?' The man pulled his limbs towards him, shuddering and tears on their ways to his eyes. Still, Dean asked again, with the same harsh tone: 'is that your blood? I need to know!' (Sark: And he was beaten by someone? I can't imagine that!) Then it came; the man snapped completely: 'No it's not my blood! God damn! I was walking with my wife and then suddenly the moon started turning red and I was like wow cool. Fuck that! The next moment that fucking monster came out the ground (Larah: Monster?) and, and, and ... Fuck! What is happening here?' Dean left the man on his own, ready to march out if it wasn't for Larah, calling after him: 'Dean didn't you hear what he just said? Red moon! Monsters! What do you plan to do?' Dean remained silent, all eyes stuck on him and the man whose hand were covered in blood, well, he was in his own world. At a closer look, he had even started pissing himself. Dean clasped the door handle. His impulse was high, irregular, thumping like a storm. Well destiny itself decided for him for suddenly a man broke through the door and slammed into Dean. They both crashed to the ground. Immediately Larah jerked to her legs and ran towards Dean, but she halted when she saw that creature standing at the door. The scientist had called such a creature ghoul. The ghoul was tall, at least 2m his eyes glowing scarlet and his tears were blood itself. As it entered with an overlapped growl everyone retreated towards the bar where Sark was looking for something. The only one who was still fighting with the thought to confront the monster was Larah. Yes, her legs were on the verge of giving up She had sweated so much that even her body couldn't produce sweat anymore, however, she saw Dean. He was busy pushing the man lying on top of him. And hat man was a big man. And the wounds on the neck and the silence of the man indicated he had to be dead. Larah slapped herself and right away grabbed a chair next to her and then she shouted at the ghoul: 'Go fucking back! I will kill you!' For a beat the ghoul really halted and tilted his head to the side. A grin spread on his face and damn that grin was ugly as fuck. Then it leaped forward. Larah threw the chair at the ghoul but with a sway of his hand he destroyed the chair. Larah finally dropped to her legs. In this very moment Dean felt something again in a very long time. The urge to act, to protect, to fight for something. His body was overboiling with determination and power. He shoved the man aside and pounced at the ghoul. The ghoul thrust his arm forward. Dean swayed to the side, grabbed the arm of the ghoul. And as he rotated his body he tore the ghoul along and lastly he slammed the ghoul to the ground. Dean didn't lose time and elbowed the ghoul. Next a kick followed. His barrage of attack ceased when Sark shouted: 'Dean, get away from that ugly bastard!' The whole time Sark had searched for something and he had found that something, his beloved shotgun. 'Fuck, Sark!', Dean bellowed as he packed Larah and lifted her up, not seeing her face blush. Then he made place for Sark. Sark jerked over the bar; shotgun pointed the ghoul who was standing up. And the moment the ghoul was up, the bullets were fired. Sark blew half the face of the ghoul away, yet the ghoul was still on his legs, however, Sark had to load his gun. The people behind him prodded him to load quicker. Everyone had his own share to say: 'Faster!' 'Bro you taking a whole vacation to load!' ... Well, Dean was different. He broke a chair and took the pointed part and stormed forward. To his luck the wound had affected the ghoul. He was helpless when Dean jumped and rammed the pointed wood into his head. Blood sprayed out but lastly the ghoul dropped dead. Dean didn't lose time. He ran outside and damn! It even looked better in the bar because outside here, chaos was reigning. The moon stood at its highest peak completely turned crimson.