The thing is that I don't want to run out of bullets and wind up like some tool in a movie that has no other option but to throw an empty gun at the fucker.

But I squeeze off another round, this one hitting right in the center of its chest. That does make in look down and if he'd been a man it would have laid him out, I'm sure. Instead I'm rewarded with a snarl and it lunges at me so I duck and dodge and run away. Never let it be said I didn't learn anything in high school. I can always outrun a bully. This thing just happens to want me dead- which is a good reason to keep moving.