Adam

LIKE a YouTube clip from hell.

Demons fighting to squeeze through the partially open door, and Randall--now one of them himself--wielding a giant chainsaw and slashing at everything in sight--legs, limbs, heads, guts strewn across the helipad--and a pang of fear now cutting through Adam's grief.

He clutched Daniella to his chest and backed away from Stacie's body as one of those things stalked him in full scrubs with a surgical power drill, revving the tiny motor.

It stopped suddenly, attention drawn to Adam's wife and the pool of blood she lay in.

When it fell to the ground and started hungrily licking it up, something came unhinged in Adam and he ran, six steps covered in no time, and kicked the former surgeon squarely in the face.

The monster tumbled back, but quickly righted itself, jumped to its feet, and charged. Adam held Daniella in his right arm, his left raised to fend off the attack.

The demon sank its teeth into Adam's forearm, and just as he felt those fangs slicing into muscle, a chainsaw screamed and Adam watched Randall bring the blade straight down on the top of the demon's skull, the smell of friction between bone and chain filling the air with an acrid stench, the motor straining, and then the saw broke through and Randall brought the spinning chain through brain, face, neck, between shoulders blades, stomach, until the saw emerged from the crotch and the demon-surgeon stood staring at Adam, massively confused as it separated like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich slowly pulled apart, two halves falling away from each other to the concrete, leaving Randall, or whatever he had become, to face Adam.

He looked every bit as horrific as the others, perhaps more so holding that chainsaw drenched in blood and sinew.

A great wind was kicking up.

Its eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Adam's heart stopped, but Randall only pointed the blade of his chainsaw toward the news helicopter whose skids were five feet from touching down on the big, white H in the center of the helipad.

Randall screeched something unintelligible through his fangs, then turned and ran back toward the door as another pair of demons climbed through, the lumberjack's chainsaw singing like the cry of an angry God.