Ugh

So I haven't been able to post lately. Actually that's a lie. I've had my chances I just didn't take them. Sorry. Anyway. Not much has been going on. Haven't gotten to work on my book in a while. School has been consuming whatever free time I have left. So I'll just post another exert from what I have. Give me feedback.
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There was absolutely nothing else in the semi with him but he could still feel eyes on him. More gunfire made him duck his head; he was stretched out across the torn seats of his semi, his feet hanging over the edge of the driver’s seat and his face near the passenger door. His hands were covering his head; the gun still gripped tight, the knife somewhere on the floorboard. He didn’t know why he was over reacting; the gunfire was coming from in front of him, from the burning institution. The gunfire stopped and everything was quiet. There were no people talking, no sounds of honking horns, no birds chirping. As Tick slowly raised his head to look out of his windshield, he snapped his fingers to break the silence. He had to make sure he wasn’t deaf.

“What…”

Tick heard a strange scraping sound, which sounded like metal being dragged across metal. His heart started to beat faster but his breathing slowed down as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. He felt like his eyes were lying to him as they focused on the Kia Rio in front of him. The back passenger door on the right side of the car had been ripped open, literally ripped open. The door lay on the ground quite a ways away from the car as if something had thrown it. Blood was splattered on the back window of the car and upon closer inspection from the safety of his semi; he saw claw marks on the hood of the car. Four sets, each with three long grooves.

He could see the figure of the boy inside the car, well what was left of the boy. From where Tick was sitting it looked like something had basically swallowed the entire right half of the kid. What Tick had had for breakfast threatened to come back up as he stared at the blood. The same sound of metal on metal came from the roof of his semi and his first reaction was to look up, like he could actually see through the roof. The weight of whatever was up there made the roof bend from where it was stepping.

“My God.” Tick whispered, the gun firmly gripped in his hand, his knuckles turning white. He didn’t know if anyone could see what was going on. He couldn’t see any other signs of life.