Encouraged by the reaction of the dying one, Lara flipped in order to shoot more of them, rapidly moving out of the way of the creatures' attacks. They were strong, yes, and fast - but Lara had faced worse in her years of travel. She could survive this. She knew she could.

Mentally going over the map Lara had studied in her journal during the train ride, Lara calculated her position and continued running. The church was a few more miles from here, if her memory was correct, and Lara frowned. She could, in theory, make it if she was able to stop running any time soon.