The frontline-man that had been sent to check the situation by distress calls and had shot the attacker from afar was coming into view, accompanied by a field medic. The bystanders called out for their attention, Over here! Comrades, this man is injured! The frontline-man stopped ten meters from the point of the confrontation and held his gun at the ready while the field medic rushed to the construction worker's side. Nan demo nai desho ka mm? Daichou bu ne, [Don't worry now you'll be alright, just hang on friend,]spoke the medic as he tried to comfort the injured worker. Yet, the response that was given in return to the hopeful and kind words weren't expected at all. The worker started trembling and made gagging noises as the medic bandaged his arm. Nai nai daichou bu, [Now, now you'll be fine,] uttered the medic, still trying to calm the man. The frontline-man gripped his rifle tighter and shouldered it as he closed the distance between him and the two. The worker was becoming more harsh in his trembling and irate but the medic continued to hold him down and bandage the rest of his arm. The frontline-man was only six feet from the two and he was now sweating immensely as he held his position, rifle shouldered and ready to fire. Don't worry, said the medic towards his comrade, he'll be alright, I believe it's just shock from the bloodloss. Abruptly, the medic's calm demeanor was cut short when he saw the man foaming at the mouth and rising towards him. W...what...listen now, can you understand me? Are you al-ahh AHH GAAAAH HEL-GUUURRhhh- The medic was taken down by the worker and had his neck gnawed apart, the blood coming out of the wound and the man's mouth. The worker ripped out the flesh and growled at the bystanders and frontline-man, the blood and foam dribbling out created such a disgusting sight. Some of the civilians began to panic and ran into the buildings or away from the scene, leaving only the infantryman to deal with 'it'. The soldier aimed his rifle towards the head of the monstrosity and took a stance to stabilize himself from the recoil. He made no hesitation, *CRACK fizz* The round clearly went through 'it's' head but 'it' did not let up. The rifle was re-cocked and the soldier held his gun up once again, but it was too late. 'It' was already grabbing hold of the soldier by the shoulders and took him down. The frightened soldier desperately went for his gun, but he could not retrieve it in time, his chest was slashed with 'it's' bare hands. The soldier could only look helplessly and in agony before he loss consciousness and his own body came under the possession of something else.