Felix and Rocher kept running, even when they saw the flare.
Some of the civvies under their command stopped and looked at the flare, and one was overtaken by the creatures. The man, a wolf, was being engulfed alive by a small group of them, their bodies wrapping around his, the man gave a couple screams, before a bang resounded from the other side of the street, and Felix was holding his smoking gun.
"THE HECK ARE YOU DOING? THAT WAS ONE OF OUR PEOPLE!" Rocher cried out, confused as to why Felix would shoot a civilian.
"Listen.. a shot to the head was a much quicker way to die then being suffocated from being under those things!" He yelled back as more civilians fell to the beasts.
The pair hauled (censored) all the way to the hotel, and to their horror, the doors would not open.
Rocher began frantically pounding on the doors, and yelling, as panic overcame him.
"OPEN UP! WE"RE STILL ALIVE OUT HERE!!!! ITS ME FELIX AND ROCHER!"
Felix, through the panic, kept on firing at the masses of tar advancing on them, hoping to at least slow them down with the weight of lead.