James manged to get his hands on the things arms and pried them off of his neck. He threw it aginst the wall, before it could get up james fired a burst from his rifle into it's head and it went down.
James walked over and nuged oit with his boot, it didn't move."what the hell was that?"He asked the air. His radio squacked and a voice came through.
"This is Privet first class Jenkins, requesting assistens in waist sector, i am under attack by unknown forces and have been seperated from my team, anyone out there please help." the radio went dead. James tryed it to raise PFC Jenkins but he would not respond which was odd...
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