Clementine is thrown to the ground by the force of the sniper’s shot, her armor holding as the team brings down or disables several more targets, but the real action seems to be, by Clem’s recollection, coming from up the trail behind their attackers. Most of the guys back there are shooting the other way and screaming African gibberish, with the exception of the one shooting at Clem, who even now is locking another round in his scoped hunting rifle.
No one else seems to notice the specifics of the commotion, though Snow clearly hears the word “DEMON!!” screamed out before the dying wails overcome every other noise.
A gigantic dark mass then tramples through and over the truck, destroying it utterly. Gore splattered with a corpse clutched in one tentacle and another hanging from a tusk it screams in triumph, starting to slow its charge until it sees the runner’s truck and with a different trumpeting blast, it bears down on them.
The only thing between you? Two boys, one paralyzed by fear, the other still semi-catatonic.