Scrambling on the ground, you're able to take a hold of the gun. Spinning around, open fire on the monster. In the time it took for you to grab the weapon, Tom had already leaped across the room and tore another guard apart. Most of the staff present had fled the area, excluding one who was cut off from the hail of bullets and the creature. His only chance was the English Werewolf Exhibit door, which was not opening for him. Even the guard who owned the gun you held had now fled.
Luckily, the bullets lodging themselves into Tom's massive bulk was slowing him down. As strong as he was, the weapons appeared to be doing the trick. With a glance to the side, you could see the remains of a few of the bullets that had missed. They were definitely silver.
Another bullet penetrated Tom's midsection as the last remaining armed guard was attacked. The projectile bounced off of the metal box.
"Hey!" shouted the woman inside. "Watch it, meat!"
Tom grabbed the final guard by the neck as he staggered into him. With a single bite, the man's face and jaw was torn off. The human fell to the ground with a horrific long gasp.
Lolling his head to the side, Tom turned his fading attention towards you. Crap, you think. "Hey!" you shout towards the last remaining staff member. "Grab the keys and..." For a brief moment you think the man anticipated your plan to escape. Instead he just grabbed the keys on the floor and ran past now that the gunfire had lessened. "Great," you say after he leaves. "Thanks a lot . Great help."
Even staggering and slow, Tom's long steps bring him quickly towards you. You raise the gun and aim with a clear view right at his head.
*click*... *click* *click*
"Oh fu-." Before you could even consider fleeing, Tom grabs your arm and pulls you into his grasp. The hot moist breath from his mouth fills your senses as he leans over you to tear your throat out. Then he slips.
You fall over backwards as the massive weight collapses on top of you. You feel pain as your chest is compressed and all of the air is flattened out of your lungs. The light stabbing pain from the barely moving Tom's fangs, now slightly imbedded in your neck and shoulder, are minor compared to the sheer weight pressing you into the floor. At that moment you hear the zoo's alarms go off.
Oh great, you think ironically. That'll help.
"Hello?" a confused voice from the box yells out. "Are we done? What's going on?"
Over the agonizing minute, you come to realize that Tom is no longer breathing or moving. The beast is dead. However no matter how you struggle you can't roll the giant off of you.
Why could you change back to human when you died, like in the movies, you thought. Or at least some of the movies.
As the fire in your chest burned and the world started to fade to sparkling darkness, you notice the door to the English Werewolf Exhibit open. Joy and Anna slowly step out to survey the damage. Your failed attempt to gasp air catch their attention, and you see the two of them smile.
You pass out into darkness.