It was indoors.
Calloway's eyes went wide and half of his face became pale as he watched House bust through the door with the shotgun raised. Even if it was choked down, it still had a spread. In his hands was their most pinpoint weapon. He broke into a dead sprint to make for the broken window, being blocked from the door by House's damaged presence. His voice was ragged, tired, and winded. His breaths were becoming labored and his heartrate was spiked. "DETECTIVE! WATCH THE FOLKS AND AIM FOR THE LEGS!" He was only just able to get to the window, and failed to vault it. He slammed against the frame of the window and broken glass with a pained grunt. He drew for what he could see, hoping that this deer was still visible. The hum of his sidearm low and warbling in its highest allowed setting.
There were most likely people in this house. If he missed this beast, or it wasn't swiftly ended, everything was going to get worse. Fast. If House could immobilize the thing, this fight would shift rightly. He just had to hope that each shot landed where it needed.
She stepped up to the smashed window the deer and driven itself into instead, jagged glass daggers some still with strips of flesh hanging from them still stood where the window had been. But as she peered inside the situation revealed itself. Everything was covered on torrid, steaming black tar, flash-boiled from the laser pistol striking the deer.
She could feel sweltering heat of the cruor on her face even through the fire, which only backed and charred the tar as the fire began to spread. Against the wall by the door was a man, screaming, covered in the broiling gore and holding his eyes in agony as it scalded his skin. He had been holding the door shut with a chair wedge under the door handle when the creature had smashed into the house.
There, on the floor, desperately scrambling on its front legs was the Thing, bisected at the torso where thick coagulating black blood sealed itself into remaining corpse. It’s single remaining horn scraped and smashed across the remains of the dining table it had crashed into as it dragged itself like a creature possessed. It spared House only a glance, hate in its dead black eyes before redoubling its efforts to reach the man.
Calloway hurriedly holstered his sidearm and vaulted the broken window. This beast needed what the former Captain had said needed to be done. It was a bold move, but any further attempts to shoot the beast would no doubt doom the dweller of this burning house. Calloway grunted as he went for the beast's remaining horn in an attempt to drag towards the door. He only hoped House could get the man out as well and that the Warden still had that barrel of acid ready. He didn't say anything, just gave frustrated efforts of movement and angry grunts.
That However wasn’t the case as she peered into the broken window and saw the carnage that was inside. Pressing down the thoughts streaming into her brain of nightmares and other things that would be wonderful to talk about in therapy at a later date, the elf muscled open the container of acid that she had been toting around and vaulted into the room. Getting as close as she dared she started to pour the contents onto the scrambling daemon deer.
"Sir!" She called out, her own voice audible to them, but little more than a buzz to herself, as she looked to the unfortunate civilian. She had to trust the others in doing their job, even if it meant accepting she could no longer do her own. "Come to me!" She shouted, reaching a hand through the emptied window, to grab at the man and pull him out the moment he got close, no matter the risk to herself.
The door to escape the growing inferno remained jammed shut by a chair the residents had fortified it. Between the grapple with the deer, and the slippery black gore on the floor Calloways boot glanced against the chairs leg but failed to budge the sternly propped barricade.
House's words reached the other man, who still held his face in agony as he rose, his back slid against the wall as he blindly rose and staggered towards her. Each teetering step threatened to spill before House's hand managed to reach him. Her touch raised several warnings from her firmware as the torrid substance covering the man nearly blistered her own synthetic flesh. Despite her diminished state, Houses arms still worked, and she carefully drew him through the window and out onto the wooden porch and took his shoulder. The flames at their backs lighting their silhouette even in the dusky light of the day.
Even as the wounded civilian was extracted, Boudica jumped in to replace him, the heavy barrel sloshed threatening in her hands as she unscrewed the cap. She did not pour so much as throw the contents onto the creature in Calloways grip. The liquid was clear, almost colorless, it had no identifiable smell but the mild tang in the nostrils telling one something should be there, and wherever it touch the effects were immediate. Fur and skin crinkled and sloughed off the black mass of the creature as the fluid spilled across its body, a high-pitched, ear-splitting death whistle erupting from the creature as the acid touched it. It thrashed ever more wildly as its black eye rolled up its skull at Calloway most disconcerting way that reminded Calloway of blind panic.
Outside, House helped the man smear the bracken sludge away from his face and eyes revealing seared lobster red flesh and painfully burned bloodshot blue eyes. The man gasped in pain, trying to speak, but only being able to spurt out a desperate plea in a hissing wheeze.
A woman, dressed in stripped down hunting garb similar to the man, came around the corner of the cabin beside them. Her dark features drawn tight in stress as her wild eyes locked onto the pair, her eyes welled with tears as she saw them. She was stocky, as most country folk tended to be, and clearly as much of a bushwoman as her husband.
"I'm here, babe." She spoke as she approached, breathless. "I'm here, I got out the back door."
She took the man by the other shoulder, helping House drag him away from the burning cabin. As they laid him down on the grass, the woman rushed to the well and returned with a bucket to wash of the scalding black sludge. Occasionally she turned her head to the horrific noises that came from the burning cabin.
From the outside, the shapes of Calloway and Boudica were clear as fire began to overtake the cabin. The flames had spread across the roof and walls, and the temperature was becoming unbearable within as thick black smoke began to fill the room. It was clear their time to remain inside was rapidly running out.
"House? Emergency Unit is on the way." Captain Vals voice rose from the mess of static and compression from the low data rate. "We just got pictures from Calloways weapon- Forget the techs, send everything with a siren to that area! House, we're sending the fastest thing with have but you've still got at least fifteen minutes before EMU's arriv-" The message cut off as the local repeater, clearly within the cabin somewhere succumbed to the heat.
"Little hot, ain't it?" His dry gallows humor was only beat by the sweat stinging his eye sockets, stinging the nerve endings still remaining from his surgery. He went to say something else but only managed a gross growl and a dry cough. He sucked in a visible amount of smoke before managing a growled voice.
"If you can get the acid to dump faster, do it! Don't worry about me just kill this fucking thing!"
“This has been one hellova day so far, and I have so many questions for y’all!” The elf said before grabbing Calloway and tossing him over her shoulder and making a beeline towards the window.
She peered into the cabin once more as Bodica pulled Calloway from the building. The thing remained, and she leveled the shotgun low. It could create new limbs from old mass, but it either needed a large amount of muscle or pre-existing bones to support them. Splintering shells belched from her shotgun would deal with either. Anything to cause it to stumble, anything to cause it to lurch down into its hell once more.
A gust of heat shoved her, and she stumbled backward, suddenly aware that she had no more shells. It had to be enough, she decided, finding the ground no longer beneath her.
It had to be enough.
House’s shaking hands gripped the laser weapon with a cold grasp as House drew on the last reserves of what, to her, would have been a massive android version of an adrenaline rush. The hiss-crack report and blue flash of the laser weapon flared through the cabin, accelerating the flames as House blew away whatever chunks of the creature looked like it might still be able to move until finally the steadfast, loyal piece in her hands beeped, almost apologetically as it quietly died in her hands.
The entire cabin was engulfed in flames, the heat was such it drove them all back ten meters until it became bearable. From within the screams of the beast slowly faded over the course of minutes, before drawing to a bubbling, gurgling stop. Each of them felt an audible pop in their ears, as if a great pressure had been relieved from them as the last silence rang out. It was as though they had been listening to a sound with no noise since they had arrived, and now there was nothing but the crackle of flames and the breathing of those still alive.