Finish them off with your sword

You manage to parry a claw aimed at your eyes you twist and slash with your rapier. It's not as immediately damaging as your pistol, but much better for defense. The next minute is nonetheless the worst of your life - you spend the entire time soaked with fear and dread as you desperately try to drive them back. They repeatedly sink fangs or claws into your flesh, and you repeatedly slash at them, punch them with the heavy basket hilt, dance back, and bleed all over yourself.

You realize they don't really have claws. They've gnawed down their own fingers, stripping away the flesh and sharpening the bones with their teeth like a crudely pointed and splintered pencil. This doesn't make it any better when they use them to open you up.

After what feels like forever, you finally bring the rest of them down. You thrust your rapier through the heart and eye socket of each one just to be sure, and then kick them a few times and cry because you're coming down from more adrenaline than anyone should ever have to deal with. It seems like you're going to live. That wasn't obvious.

You pull your black hoodie tightly around yourself, hoping to hide the worst of your injuries.