Stunned from the blow to his head, Reynold watched the fleeing figures run through the door as he regained his senses.  Now that he had the room to himself, he returned to his dinner.  Leaning down, he drew his hand into the air when razor sharp blades inched their way through his fingers.  With one swift motion he separated her torso from her lower body, letting her entrails string across the floor.  Greedily he continued his meal in the stillness of the air.  Silent but for the distant screams and the sound of his vile feasting.<br/><br/>Suddenly he notices a frightened little man huddled in the corner of the bar, shaking with sweat rolling off his forehead.  Reynold keeps eating and eyeing the customer.  When he finishes filling himself with all he can handle he goes over to the corner and just stands there looking down at him.  Something inside him sparks a memory...something distant.  He remembers this face...someone from long ago...a man whom he didn't like...who mistreated him.  His rage begins to boil inside, until he reaches down and grabs the man by the back of his neck and lifts him into the air, kicking and weeping.  With one razor sharp claw, Reynold reaches out and slices into the mans arm, leaking his blood out onto the floor.  Reynold decides to take a bite, but regrets the bitter and acrid taste of his flesh, spitting it out and dropping the man into a heap in the corner.  Weeping, and begging for God's mercy, Reynold notices a new foul stench in the air and realizes this morbid human has just shit himself.  A wicked smile creeps across his face.  He is enjoying this new sense of power he has over everyone.  Even bullets don't seem to stop him.  Its as if his own body's organs are undamaged by mere projectiles.<br/><br/>He looks down at the earlier wound inflicted by the woman behind the bar.  He notices that since his meal was finished the wound had healed itself and he was feeling even stronger and more powerful when he suddenly realizes that he is not alone in the room.<br/><br/>Turning, he recognizes that the darkness isn't as dark, and that there are men with bigger guns standing in the room with bright lights behind them.  "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE" they shout at him.  His grin widens as he turns his body to approach them, when suddenly he sees the man in the corner from his peripheral vision.  He too is standing up with the same type of rigid motion that Reynold has, and marching to his side, comes to face this new threat.  Both extend their arms to their side as the razor-claws draw themselves out through their finger tips, readying them for battle.<br/>(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pdmRVJHuOXM/SkzR98DyHZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/j_0I0sqD_Xg/s200/Zombies.jpg)