I fired a few last rounds at the walking corpse before the panicked part of my brain realized that I was wasting my time. Its flesh was all but gone now, and in its place was a misty shape composed of droplets of red, still vaguely humanoid in form. It flowed across the floor of the pulquería, its "legs" walking with a smooth sliding motion. It didn’t exactly have eyes to turn upon me, but somewhere deep inside I knew that I was its target.