The Ultimate Host

The plasma blade went through Jack's skin like butter. He let out a loud scream!" Damn!" You f.u.c.k.i.n.g bitch!" That really f.u.c.k.i.n.g hurt!" Jack managed to overpower the woman and tossed her to the side, continuing to run as fast as he could. The female soldier didn't need to follow him. When she stabbed him in the shoulder, it went through his muscles out the front. This was the reason why he was heavily bleeding. His trail of blood leads her to Jack's location. Jack ran into a cave and cut the corner. As he was running, he tried over something. When he saw and realized what he tripped over, he wanted to vomit. He tripped over a huddle of rotten corpses that been mutilated could have possibly been torn apart by either sabretooth's, trolls, or some other kind of another hungry prowling beast. Jack stood up on his feet and continued to start running as fast as he could. Just when he was about to leave the cave, he noticed he dropped his rifle.

He had to get his rifle back. It was his most prized possession. Jack turned around and headed back into the cold and dark cave. When grabbed his rifle he was furious. The white, clean, polished rifle was now covered in blood and chunks of flesh and organs. However, in the back of his head, he didn't care how his weapon looked. As long as it worked.