The 'thing' remained obscenely oblivious to the fate creeping up to it, its senses long since rotted to uselessness. The bullet shattered the weakened skull and pulped what was left of the brain, the small caliber round shattering out of the back of the cranium with a small gaut of blood, gore and filth. The body slumped as if it were a puppet with its strings cut while the sound echoed loudly through the streets around it.<br/><br/>A foul smelling ooze began to leek from the corpse.