Saaphir! No!
John felt, something. An alien creature seemed to rise inside of him. John grabbed it by the neck and hled it until it stopped moving, now wasn't the time.
John stumbled as an undead tried to tackle him, but its physique had decayed to the point that it was no threat to him. John unloaded the rest of his magazine at the enemy mystic and reloaded. He usually felt sorry for the poeple he killed, but he could tell this would be an exception.