Hunter hadn’t taken a shot at him, making Brad assume he slept with the rest of his pack; at least he hoped so. He thumbed the grenades on his belt, knowing he’d only get one shot. Once they clanked on the street, the pack would wake.
A gas grenade?
It would kill more manogs, but he feared they would flee before it took affect. He decided on an explosive grenade. Taking it out, he twisted the timer cap and lobbed it down. Clanking as it skipped into their midst, manogs roused as the sentry shouted a warning and dived aside as it exploded.
They looked about the streets.
“Up here,” shouted Brad, waving his arms.
They trampled across their fallen and disappeared from view beneath him. Within a matter of moments, they would hurtle through the fire exit door. He cursed himself for not working out an escape route before tossing the grenade; but then, the safety of 200 weighed in the balance. Twisting the cap of a gas grenade, he lobbed it down the stairs and closed the door.
It’ll give me a few minutes.
Muffled screams came through the door as something occurred to him. What if they all came up the fire escape? That would mean he could climb down the side of the building instead of trying to fight through them. He prayed, watching the door until it pounded once, then sprang from its hinges. One, then another manog spewed through the open jamb and veered toward him.
Brad ran for the edge of the roof, dropping a smoke grenade in mid stride. It popped, instantly billowing smoke as he jumped over and turned latching onto the wall. A manog screamed over his shoulder as it fell. Its scream ended moments later as a second merge mutation coughed and retched above.
Brad saw a black nailed hand rest on the edge of the roof, a second before a male manog head appeared through the smoke, looking down. He flung a dagger up, thudding home in the manog’s shoulder. With a yelp he pulled back.
“He’s climbing down,” Brad heard him say from somewhere within the still billowing cloud.
A stampede began.
Brad dropped down to the street in stages and rolled to his feet. Cadoboras’ church would come through to the south… he ran north. Manog feet pounded the road behind him. They would easily catch him, so he had to climb once again. He latched onto a tree and leapt from its fork for the side of a building. The nearest manog jumped sweeping the air with its hand just short of him as he attached himself to the building’s surface.
Sooner or later the pack would outrun him, meeting him wherever he climbed. It only mattered that he led them as far north as possible. The longer he had them chase him, the better a chance Cadoboras had.
“He’s heading for the roof,” shouted a younger male.
Brad raced up the wall and vaulted over as a manog hurtled through the door.