It's enough, though, for the creature to stumble over the empty bottle, and while it tries to catch its balance Roland takes what little chance he's now got and goes for the gun. It's not enough. The thing's caught its balance too quickly and lunges for him, bent over, arms outstretched. He jerks back, once again away from the gun, and wonders how injured he'll end up being if he tries to fight this thing with his bare hands.