Subject 613

I had maybe thirty seconds before the creature's venom ate through the metal enough for it to get in.

I had maybe half a magazine left in the rifle, although there was a good chance any number of them were duds.

I had lost most of the feeling in my left arm, and at a guess, I'd lost maybe a tenth of blood out my left arm as well.

I had no one left to protect, no loved ones, no survivors.

I had nothing to live for.

I had to go down swinging, if only to see if I could.