"I did that," I shrugged at the woman's statement. "And you still called me a weak prey species. At this point in time, I don't think that even you guys know what you want."
Raising my gun, I fired it again.
Rachael's body collapsed under my foot, the rattling in her lungs finally stopping as she died, brain splatter and blood forming a new pool around her.
"I didn't take this gun from a human; I made it myself," I said, my head held high as I looked at everyone around me. "I know that strength doesn't depend on how much I can bench press or how willing I am to fight. Real strength comes in protecting people who depend on you. And you…"
My words cut off as my nose wrinkled in disgust.
