Avery gritted his teeth as he grabbed ahold of his dislocated right arm.
With forceful movements, he aligned it back into place and shoved it back into its socket. Eliciting a sharp pain for a moment.
He could feel his body already getting to work healing the injury, but that still did not mean it did not hurt.
Once he was certain that his condition would stabilize soon, he turned his gaze towards the abomination that had managed to cause him a great deal of trouble.
It had been the last of the mutated creatures to go down, and by far the strongest.
Unlike most of the others, its body had not been bloated with oversized muscles or misshapen appendages.
This monster had been far closer in appearance to the person it had once been, though whatever had been done to them had left them visibly grotesque and a mindless beast.
