Bit Me: A story of the end of the world
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chrlefxtrt
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I am realy enjoying this story. This is one of the few short stories ( well getting quite long actually) on this forum that has held my interest. I think that "Bite Me" has as much if not more potential for publication than say "Lights Out". I for one eat this sh*t up. Keep it coming, and seriously check out various publishing houses and see if you can get any bites (bad pun I know). Just My Very Humble Okie Opinion.
Happy New Year and thank you for entertaining me.
-Michael-
Happy New Year and thank you for entertaining me.
-Michael-
hrgrisso
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Chapter 7: Continued
Gabe stretched his legs feeling the pressure building in his calves as he hurried up the hill to Seamus. His back was still hot from the grenade, a few small pieces of rock has smacked into him, he’d worry about all that later.
Seamus had fallen to one knee, trying to keep his balance. He grabbed at his side, pulling at his shirt where a bullet had found him. He pulled at his shirt, feeling the wet tackiness as the blood soaked cloth pulled at his skin. He grunted, burning pained through his side.
Gabe reached Seamus and helped him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. The bullet had hit just to the right of his navel and exited out his side. “Thank god it’s a through and through!” Gabe wheezed. “Bubba get your first aid kit, a wrap, some water, and a sweater for shame!” He yelled down the hill.
Bubba shouted “Ok” and rushed inside his house. Gabe pulled Seamus’s arm over his shoulders and lifted him standing, “Lets go little brother.” Walking at a slight angle, giving them ballast down the hill Gabe walked them yard by yard down the hill till he could sit Seamus on Bubba’s front porch.
“Bubba!?” Gabe yelled.
“Right here!” Bubba opened his front door and handed Gabe a large medical bag and a sweater. “Gauze is in there, some antibiotics, and some hydrogen peroxide. Here’s a sweater, I know it’s a little big Seamus, sorry.” Bubba tossed a two liter of water at Gabe.
“Thanks!” Seamus said. He was holding himself rigid trying not to move, trying not to breath.
Gabe opened the bag, pulling out a large package of gauze, a large bottle of peroxide. “Bubba I can’t find any antibiotics…”
“They should be there.” Bubba said, he started digging looking for medicine.
Gabe turned back to Seamus and opened the bottle of water and poured it over his stomach. Seamus winced. “Sorry, we’ve gotta clean it out.” Gabe said.
“Just do it!” Seamus growled.
Gabe handed him what was left of the bottle of water and then opened the peroxide. “Seamus you gotta relax, I need to clean out the hole.” Gabe said.
“Clean out your own hole!” Seamus yelled. But he visibly tried to relax.
Gabe pulled off the lid and grabbed a handful of cotton to plug to hole in Seamuses side. He put the bottle close to his brothers stomach and began pouring it at a trickle into his stomach.
“AAAH!” Seamus screamed, bit his lip and started grunted and squirming. As the blood and fizzing peroxide started to ooze out the back of the bullet hole Seamus lit up with a scream, cursing and howling to heaven. In the distance coyotes started to howl. The horizon turned grey. The sun was at hand. The fizzing peroxide continued to flow from the bottle. The blood mixing with it stopped coming in clotted chunks and ran thin.
Gabe used some of the gauze to dry the edges of the wound.
“Needle and thread?” Gabe asked his brother.
“No. I’ve got super glue.” Bubba replied.
Seamus, white around the edges of his features, whimpered, “Damnit…” he paused, “will you two hurry up!”
Bubba handed Gabe a large tube of super glue. He took the bottle of water from Seamus and started adding salt to it and handed it back to his brother. “take a big drink.”
Seamus choked down a few mouthfuls.
“Alright Gabe, do it!” Seamus said.
Gabe grabbed the edges of the bullet hole and squeezed the edges together. Seamus screamed one long howl and promptly passed out. While Gabe held the edges together Bubba pushed the end of the tube into the hole and squeezed a good amount into the wound. Gabe fought his blood slick hands to hold the wound together. Twenty seconds. It felt like an eternity. Fifteen seconds. His fingers felt like they were on fire. Ten seconds. “Cmon Seamus your going t make it buddy!” Five seconds. Almost there.
“You can let go it should be stuck.” Bubba said. “Let’s switch.” Numbly nodding, Gabe surrendered his position to his brother.
Bubba pushed his hands along the outside of his brothers stomach. “Gotta close the wound, get any air, any crap out of there.” When he was satisfied, Bubba pinched his massive fingers against his brothers skin and pushed the open wound against itself. “NOW!” He yelled.
Gabe stuck the end of the glue into his brothers side and squeezed it, dumping, he hoped, a large enough amount to hold it together. Seamus eyes bolted open, “AH!”
“Twenty seconds Seamus!” Bubba yelled.
“It burns!” Seamus yelled.
“Hang in there!” Gabe shouted.
“AH!” Seamus yelled again through clenched teeth.
The door to the house opened and a small but imposing woman stepped out. “What are you boys doing!?”
Gabe wiped at his hair. “hi mom.”
“Done!” Bubba yelled. “Seamus how are you feeling?”
“Like I got shot!” Seamus said weekly.
“Mom are the girls ready to go?” Bubba asked.
“Not quite, we need some help. Is your brother going to be ok?” She asked.
“I couldn’t find any antibiotics. If we can get some he’ll be ok.” Bubba said.
“What do you mean you couldn’t find any?” Gabe asked.
“They weren’t in the bag.” Bubba said.
Gabe exhaled then nodded. “Seamus lost a good amount of blood, we need to get him popped up with some sugar and lots of salt water. Bubba you need to get packed up, I’ll go get the truck.”
Bubba nodded. “Glad you came little brother.”
“Oh my boys!” Their mother just now realized that they had not been on a short trip. She quickly wrapped Gabe up in her arms, then Seamus giving them hugs only a mother can.
“Mom, can you get something for Seamus to eat? We need to get going!” Gabe asked.
Bubba and their mom headed inside. Seamus readjusted in his seat, trying to pull the large sweater Bubba had grabbed, over his head. Gabe handed him his Galil, “Keep a watchful eye bro.” Seamus nodded.
Gabe headed up the hill, his silenced pistol back at hand. He walked from bush to bush, corpse to corpse, grabbing over two dozen rifles and shotguns, handguns ammo and grenades. He found several good knives, binoculars and even a few pairs of night vision. It took well over an hour ferrying the equipment he found to the truck and back combing the hills for more equipment. After he reached the truck the first time he drove it back down to the house so Bubba could load up his stuff.
Gabe really had to hoof it several times to get back up the hill where he’d left the piles of rifles he’d taken from the hidden shooters coming in. Finally he headed up the hill to where he’d picked up Seamus, looking for the M4 Seamus had been carrying along with his knife.
He found Ericson’s body. But it was different than all the other bodies he’d seen. Maybe it was the dark before dawn, but the skin glistened, it almost looked like it was… separated. Like scales. Like a bug…
Gabe grabbed the handle of Seamus’s knife and pulled on it. It didn’t move but Ericson’s feet started shaking up and down, and bouncing around in jerky circles. The hilt of the knife was pushed up against the ribs of Ericsons body and didn’t want to move. “Seamus are you sure you want your knife!?” Gabe yelled.
“I’d kinda like it back yeah.” Seamus yelled weakly from the bottom of the hill.
“Damnit!” Gabe spat.
He grabbed the handle pushed it forward till he felt it clack against bone and jerked it down toward the waist and up, finally it came free. But it wasn’t very bloody. The blood only stuck to the top two inches of the knife blade below that was green goo.
“What the hell?!” Gabe said.
“Cmon Gabe we’re ready to go!” Bubba shouted from the truck.
“Yeah!” Gabe replied, and more softly, “lets get the hell out of this damn place!” And he walked back down the hill. It was time to leave, here, hell, home. It was time. They’d waited long enough, it was time to get to the palace.
Gabe walked down the hill. As the sun came up he saw Seamus hobble over to the truck, their mother walking holding his arm. Bubbas daughters followed quietly behind. He hoped they’d brighten up when they were with other kids. Bubba had filled up a large part of the truck bed.
“Where’s Bubba?” Gabe asked.
“Right here!” Bubba had one more bag slung around him and two hard cases in his hands. “Had to get my guns and clothes a few more essentials.”
“Essentials?” Gabe asked.
“Jack Daniels. Bourbon. Vodka…” Bubba smiled.
“Essentials?” Gabe repeated.
Bubba looked to the front of the truck towards his mother and daughters. “We’re not just going to be able to run to Walgreens or CVS for those antibiotics. Seamus needs some painkillers too! I grabbed my chainsaw and my axe is already in the truck. We’re going to have to cut through the doors.”
“How long has it been since you’ve been to the city Bubba?” Gabe asked. “They have glass doors now…”
“Duh! But the drugs aren’t out front, we’re going to have to cut into the cage.” Bubba replied. “I think while we’re at it, we need to do a little shopping. Never know when we’ll need some down the road.”
Thinking about it, Gabe nodded. “ok, were leaving here, robbing a pharmacy on the way back, and then moving north. Sounds like cake!”
“As long as it’s not carrot! I hate carrot cake!” Bubba smiled.
Gabe stretched his legs feeling the pressure building in his calves as he hurried up the hill to Seamus. His back was still hot from the grenade, a few small pieces of rock has smacked into him, he’d worry about all that later.
Seamus had fallen to one knee, trying to keep his balance. He grabbed at his side, pulling at his shirt where a bullet had found him. He pulled at his shirt, feeling the wet tackiness as the blood soaked cloth pulled at his skin. He grunted, burning pained through his side.
Gabe reached Seamus and helped him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. The bullet had hit just to the right of his navel and exited out his side. “Thank god it’s a through and through!” Gabe wheezed. “Bubba get your first aid kit, a wrap, some water, and a sweater for shame!” He yelled down the hill.
Bubba shouted “Ok” and rushed inside his house. Gabe pulled Seamus’s arm over his shoulders and lifted him standing, “Lets go little brother.” Walking at a slight angle, giving them ballast down the hill Gabe walked them yard by yard down the hill till he could sit Seamus on Bubba’s front porch.
“Bubba!?” Gabe yelled.
“Right here!” Bubba opened his front door and handed Gabe a large medical bag and a sweater. “Gauze is in there, some antibiotics, and some hydrogen peroxide. Here’s a sweater, I know it’s a little big Seamus, sorry.” Bubba tossed a two liter of water at Gabe.
“Thanks!” Seamus said. He was holding himself rigid trying not to move, trying not to breath.
Gabe opened the bag, pulling out a large package of gauze, a large bottle of peroxide. “Bubba I can’t find any antibiotics…”
“They should be there.” Bubba said, he started digging looking for medicine.
Gabe turned back to Seamus and opened the bottle of water and poured it over his stomach. Seamus winced. “Sorry, we’ve gotta clean it out.” Gabe said.
“Just do it!” Seamus growled.
Gabe handed him what was left of the bottle of water and then opened the peroxide. “Seamus you gotta relax, I need to clean out the hole.” Gabe said.
“Clean out your own hole!” Seamus yelled. But he visibly tried to relax.
Gabe pulled off the lid and grabbed a handful of cotton to plug to hole in Seamuses side. He put the bottle close to his brothers stomach and began pouring it at a trickle into his stomach.
“AAAH!” Seamus screamed, bit his lip and started grunted and squirming. As the blood and fizzing peroxide started to ooze out the back of the bullet hole Seamus lit up with a scream, cursing and howling to heaven. In the distance coyotes started to howl. The horizon turned grey. The sun was at hand. The fizzing peroxide continued to flow from the bottle. The blood mixing with it stopped coming in clotted chunks and ran thin.
Gabe used some of the gauze to dry the edges of the wound.
“Needle and thread?” Gabe asked his brother.
“No. I’ve got super glue.” Bubba replied.
Seamus, white around the edges of his features, whimpered, “Damnit…” he paused, “will you two hurry up!”
Bubba handed Gabe a large tube of super glue. He took the bottle of water from Seamus and started adding salt to it and handed it back to his brother. “take a big drink.”
Seamus choked down a few mouthfuls.
“Alright Gabe, do it!” Seamus said.
Gabe grabbed the edges of the bullet hole and squeezed the edges together. Seamus screamed one long howl and promptly passed out. While Gabe held the edges together Bubba pushed the end of the tube into the hole and squeezed a good amount into the wound. Gabe fought his blood slick hands to hold the wound together. Twenty seconds. It felt like an eternity. Fifteen seconds. His fingers felt like they were on fire. Ten seconds. “Cmon Seamus your going t make it buddy!” Five seconds. Almost there.
“You can let go it should be stuck.” Bubba said. “Let’s switch.” Numbly nodding, Gabe surrendered his position to his brother.
Bubba pushed his hands along the outside of his brothers stomach. “Gotta close the wound, get any air, any crap out of there.” When he was satisfied, Bubba pinched his massive fingers against his brothers skin and pushed the open wound against itself. “NOW!” He yelled.
Gabe stuck the end of the glue into his brothers side and squeezed it, dumping, he hoped, a large enough amount to hold it together. Seamus eyes bolted open, “AH!”
“Twenty seconds Seamus!” Bubba yelled.
“It burns!” Seamus yelled.
“Hang in there!” Gabe shouted.
“AH!” Seamus yelled again through clenched teeth.
The door to the house opened and a small but imposing woman stepped out. “What are you boys doing!?”
Gabe wiped at his hair. “hi mom.”
“Done!” Bubba yelled. “Seamus how are you feeling?”
“Like I got shot!” Seamus said weekly.
“Mom are the girls ready to go?” Bubba asked.
“Not quite, we need some help. Is your brother going to be ok?” She asked.
“I couldn’t find any antibiotics. If we can get some he’ll be ok.” Bubba said.
“What do you mean you couldn’t find any?” Gabe asked.
“They weren’t in the bag.” Bubba said.
Gabe exhaled then nodded. “Seamus lost a good amount of blood, we need to get him popped up with some sugar and lots of salt water. Bubba you need to get packed up, I’ll go get the truck.”
Bubba nodded. “Glad you came little brother.”
“Oh my boys!” Their mother just now realized that they had not been on a short trip. She quickly wrapped Gabe up in her arms, then Seamus giving them hugs only a mother can.
“Mom, can you get something for Seamus to eat? We need to get going!” Gabe asked.
Bubba and their mom headed inside. Seamus readjusted in his seat, trying to pull the large sweater Bubba had grabbed, over his head. Gabe handed him his Galil, “Keep a watchful eye bro.” Seamus nodded.
Gabe headed up the hill, his silenced pistol back at hand. He walked from bush to bush, corpse to corpse, grabbing over two dozen rifles and shotguns, handguns ammo and grenades. He found several good knives, binoculars and even a few pairs of night vision. It took well over an hour ferrying the equipment he found to the truck and back combing the hills for more equipment. After he reached the truck the first time he drove it back down to the house so Bubba could load up his stuff.
Gabe really had to hoof it several times to get back up the hill where he’d left the piles of rifles he’d taken from the hidden shooters coming in. Finally he headed up the hill to where he’d picked up Seamus, looking for the M4 Seamus had been carrying along with his knife.
He found Ericson’s body. But it was different than all the other bodies he’d seen. Maybe it was the dark before dawn, but the skin glistened, it almost looked like it was… separated. Like scales. Like a bug…
Gabe grabbed the handle of Seamus’s knife and pulled on it. It didn’t move but Ericson’s feet started shaking up and down, and bouncing around in jerky circles. The hilt of the knife was pushed up against the ribs of Ericsons body and didn’t want to move. “Seamus are you sure you want your knife!?” Gabe yelled.
“I’d kinda like it back yeah.” Seamus yelled weakly from the bottom of the hill.
“Damnit!” Gabe spat.
He grabbed the handle pushed it forward till he felt it clack against bone and jerked it down toward the waist and up, finally it came free. But it wasn’t very bloody. The blood only stuck to the top two inches of the knife blade below that was green goo.
“What the hell?!” Gabe said.
“Cmon Gabe we’re ready to go!” Bubba shouted from the truck.
“Yeah!” Gabe replied, and more softly, “lets get the hell out of this damn place!” And he walked back down the hill. It was time to leave, here, hell, home. It was time. They’d waited long enough, it was time to get to the palace.
Gabe walked down the hill. As the sun came up he saw Seamus hobble over to the truck, their mother walking holding his arm. Bubbas daughters followed quietly behind. He hoped they’d brighten up when they were with other kids. Bubba had filled up a large part of the truck bed.
“Where’s Bubba?” Gabe asked.
“Right here!” Bubba had one more bag slung around him and two hard cases in his hands. “Had to get my guns and clothes a few more essentials.”
“Essentials?” Gabe asked.
“Jack Daniels. Bourbon. Vodka…” Bubba smiled.
“Essentials?” Gabe repeated.
Bubba looked to the front of the truck towards his mother and daughters. “We’re not just going to be able to run to Walgreens or CVS for those antibiotics. Seamus needs some painkillers too! I grabbed my chainsaw and my axe is already in the truck. We’re going to have to cut through the doors.”
“How long has it been since you’ve been to the city Bubba?” Gabe asked. “They have glass doors now…”
“Duh! But the drugs aren’t out front, we’re going to have to cut into the cage.” Bubba replied. “I think while we’re at it, we need to do a little shopping. Never know when we’ll need some down the road.”
Thinking about it, Gabe nodded. “ok, were leaving here, robbing a pharmacy on the way back, and then moving north. Sounds like cake!”
“As long as it’s not carrot! I hate carrot cake!” Bubba smiled.
oklahoma caveman
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woohoo!!!
But man you cant just leave us hanging. whats going on back at the CONDO??
But man you cant just leave us hanging. whats going on back at the CONDO??
Ok, you keep adding another element to each chapter and just leaving it sit there. Either this story is going to be a monster, or you're going to leave all the 'new' things unfinished: the shock troops of the new government, the bugs, the zombies, and now the "man bugs", or whatever the deal is with Ericson.
I like it, but you've got to start developing those things a bit more instead of just adding new stuff or it'll never be properly finished!
I like it, but you've got to start developing those things a bit more instead of just adding new stuff or it'll never be properly finished!
hrgrisso
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Is it worth it?
Have a little faith Caimlas.
All will be answered in the end.
Besides you forgot the issues raised in the dream
I'd really love any feedback positive or negative that everyone reading this story can think of. I'd love to hear from you, let me know.
by the by, I'm really thinking we need a zombie smiley with all the zombie stories floating around...
Have a little faith Caimlas.
All will be answered in the end.
Besides you forgot the issues raised in the dream
I'd really love any feedback positive or negative that everyone reading this story can think of. I'd love to hear from you, let me know.
by the by, I'm really thinking we need a zombie smiley with all the zombie stories floating around...
loose cannon
Member
well hrgrisso id find a publisher and put this puppy in a book,id buy it in a instant and so would i wager most here.
i wonder if were going to be seeing ericson again?
soon as i discovered his"qualitys"id cremated his carcass.
see him come back from that lol.
i wonder if were going to be seeing ericson again?
soon as i discovered his"qualitys"id cremated his carcass.
see him come back from that lol.
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hrgrisso,
I found this not very long ago and am entranced. This is extremely good. I devour books like candy and am generally very critical. I think this has what it takes. When I'm thinking of a story and how much I want to finish it while I'm doing other things, that's a damn good story. Only some minor errors that will get edited out, I'm sure, and help the story flow. I'm a pain in the ass about spelling and grammar. If you don't already have someone doing it, I'd be glad to copy and edit as I read and send it to you. Less to correct when this gets picked up. I sure hope it does.
The story is awesome. Very incredible. One small thing.
I don't know if anyone noticed, but Gabe was carrying a P229 at the beginning and showed it in his waistband later. In Chapter 4 when he sets it on the table, it is a 226. I may have missed the switch or pick up, but I don't remember there being a change.
I found this not very long ago and am entranced. This is extremely good. I devour books like candy and am generally very critical. I think this has what it takes. When I'm thinking of a story and how much I want to finish it while I'm doing other things, that's a damn good story. Only some minor errors that will get edited out, I'm sure, and help the story flow. I'm a pain in the ass about spelling and grammar. If you don't already have someone doing it, I'd be glad to copy and edit as I read and send it to you. Less to correct when this gets picked up. I sure hope it does.
The story is awesome. Very incredible. One small thing.
I don't know if anyone noticed, but Gabe was carrying a P229 at the beginning and showed it in his waistband later. In Chapter 4 when he sets it on the table, it is a 226. I may have missed the switch or pick up, but I don't remember there being a change.
hrgrisso
Member
Switched Sigs
Cobrian,
Good catch but no error, I may need to clarify more but the 229 at the very beginning is Daves from the truck. The 226 is his. Remember though that he is packing 2 guns (the dogs) and one is a 229.
The only thing I ask of everyone is to please remember that this is a rough draft.
Cobrian,
Good catch but no error, I may need to clarify more but the 229 at the very beginning is Daves from the truck. The 226 is his. Remember though that he is packing 2 guns (the dogs) and one is a 229.
The only thing I ask of everyone is to please remember that this is a rough draft.
oklahoma caveman
Member
and what a good rough draft. but now i gota reread it all over again. recap myself on the dream. btw hr you are really such a tease
rjohnson4405
Member
^ I just read that and I literally am considering reading it all over again because I can't wait for the next installment...
oklahoma caveman
Member
i feel your pain. i cant wait for the next chapter. so much to know.
chieftain
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Great talent.
Good story.
Keep it up.
Fred
Good story.
Keep it up.
Fred
Gunther
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I haven't read anything this good since Jerry Ahern finished the survivalist series. Please keep up the great work
2Ais4U
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PLEASE POST FASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is one of the best stories I have ever read.
This is one of the best stories I have ever read.
rockinrussky
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Excellent story, keep it coming
Aussie bloke!
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Awsome
G'day everyone,.......
Great continuation,......
I like the way this story is developing,...
Keep it commng or you could start a social up-riseing around here!
Aussie
G'day everyone,.......
Great continuation,......
I like the way this story is developing,...
Keep it commng or you could start a social up-riseing around here!
Aussie
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE this story. I can't wait to read each installment. I do know it is a rough draft, just offering constructive help to aid in the flow. Clarification when attaching the silencer maybe. I'm going to sit back and let you write your own story, because you do it way better than I could. It's hypnotizing. Zombifying, if you will....
hrgrisso
Member
Chapter 7: Continued
“Lots and lots of ammo!” Dave screamed. He surveyed the grey skinned bloody biters swarming the open lot in front of the house. Dave threw his rifle to his shoulder shot one of the biters that had broken out from those in front and was about to jump the cars. The light bullet pierced the biter just below his adams apple and sprayed blood and tissue out behind him. Dave threw a quick prayer to heaven, “god help us!”
JJ rushed from the back room bringing a laundry hamper with loaded magazines out to the porch for Dave and Deacon with an AR slung across her back. In the door to the back room Seamus’s daughter Marie and Emma stood wide eyed.
“Girls go back inside with Aunt Mindy and Aunt Pattie.” JJ shouted to be heard over the barrage of gunfire from the front room.
“JJ we need as much ammo as you’ve got!” Dave screamed again.
“Girls please!” JJ said again.
“JJ we need all the ammo you have!” Dave screamed again.
Quickly the girls turned and disappeared into the back room. JJ headed back into the master bedroom for the cases of ammo Gabe had pulled out before he’d left. Whitney passed her on her way in. She was carrying Gabe’s Benelli and an M-4.
“We’ve got to do something!” Whitney said.
JJ nodded her head and pushed past her into the bedroom. She quickly counted the ammo cans. If they could make them count they should have plenty. If they could kill a biter with one bullet. If the bugs stay away from them. If Gabe and Seamus got back soon. If. If. If. She picked up a can in each hand, they were so heavy. Carefully stepping over one of Gabe’s duffel bags she staggered through the hall out to the living room. Whitney had leaned the shotgun against the wall and was firing the rifle out the window next to the men. She had a slightly different angle of fire. Kat was loading the empty magazines and was passing magazines outside to Deacon and Dave.
Dave fired several more shots outside hitting two biters fell at the feet of dozens more pressing forward. Many of the biters that had been distracted by the crushed bugs had now turned their attention to the condo. Deacon loaded a fresh magazine and fired off a few rounds. Most of the biters were having trouble navigating between the cars they’d parked outside earlier.
Something was happening. A few biters suddenly broke from the pack and ran forward leaping atop the cars and bounding from one to another straight toward the lit porch.
“Deacon!” Dave yelled quickly pulling the empty magazine from his rifle trying to reload before the biters reached them.
Deacon reached across Daves chest and pushed him back lowering his rifle muzzle across the open porch and blazed away. Three of the biters fell hard onto the cars smearing black blood where their bodies fell. Two more stumbled, one caught himself and leapt to the next car, the other fell from the hood of one car and face planted into the hood of the next with a horrible wet THUMP!
Deacon continued to fire while Dave bent backwards trying to load his rifle. Finally he pulled back the charging handle, “Ok!” Deacon swept the muzzle away back towards his angle of attack.
Dave shot the last three runners down and they fell into bloody heaps on the barricaded cars. Onto the last row of the barricaded cars.
A lull.
“Is it just me or is that group getting bigger?” Deacon leaned over and yelled in Dave’s ear.
Looking out into the yard, Dave realized Deacon was right.
In the middle of the biters a series of grunts, hoots, yells and shrieks tore the sudden still. At the window Whitney was getting nervous.
“Why the hell are they making those noises?”
“Keep calm! Everybody reload…” Dave said loudly.
Kat handed out fresh magazines. She gathered a pile of empty ones and started loading them out of the ammo cans.
“Make only shots you can hit. JJ I know their heavy, can you get some more ammo for us though?” Dave asked.
JJ nodded and headed for her bedroom. She grabbed two more ammo cans and turned headed for the living room and tripped over the duffel bag sending the ammo cans flying. She cursed loudly at the floor and stood, grabbing the duffel bag and threw it at the wall.
The sound it made stopped her in her steps. Slowly she turned back, walked to the duffle bag and zipped it open. Gabe’s camping emergency bag had a first aid kit, flares and a small cooker. Quickly she zipped it closed threw it over her shoulders, went back and grabbed the ammo and headed into the living room.
JJ sat the ammo cans down next to Kat. “Whitney I need your help!”
Whitney stepped away from the window “what’s up?”
JJ took the duffel off her back and pulled out the camp cooker and flares. “Let’s fry these bastards!”
“Kat we need more ammo!” Deacon yelled.
Kat moved to hand off more loaded magazines.
JJ said, “Here hold this.” She handed Whitney the flares, disconnected the small propane tank from the cooker, stepped to the window, looked outside for the thickest group of biters outside, she turned the handle to open the valve until she could smell gas and threw it outside where it landed just beyond the outer layer of cars.
“What the hell was that!?” Dave yelled.
“Nothing!” JJ yelled.
“What do you mean nothing!? Dave yelled again but was mostly drowned out by his own rifle fire.
JJ grabbed two flares sparked them and pitched them outside as near as she could get to the open propane tank.
“JJ! That only works in the movies!” Dave yelled.
From the window JJ watched as one of the biters bent down and picked up the propane tank.
“But this does!” Deacon yelled. He popped the pin on one of the grenades they’d taken off the soldiers earlier and tossed it outside.
The grenade landed just outside the ring of cars at the feet of the biter holding the propane tank. The BOOM was deafening inside. The car and house windows exploded inward. The explosion of the grenade shredded arms and legs, popping open chests and knocking others down. The propane tank cracked open in the explosion and lit a massive fireball lighting dozens of biters on fire.
The burning biters lit up like human candles screeched and careened running wildly till they saw Dave and Deacon and leapt forward towards the porch clearing the first two rows of cars at once.
“Great burning zombies!” Deacon yelled.
Dave twisted and shot three as they lunged from the hood of one of the cars. JJ stood behind Whitney as she fired through the window. Deacon and Dave kept a constant stream of fire from the porch. Burning biters fell in a steady ring around the condo. When Whitney’s rifle ran dry she stepped back so JJ could step forward and fire. Kat kept pushing rounds into magazines and tossing them around.
After a few moments everything was quiet. No shooting. No screaming.
“Is that it?” Deacon asked.
“I don’t know.” Dave replied.
A few biters stood around but far back in the lot, hard to see in the dark.
One of them screeched. Then another, and another! Till a cacophony of screams filled the night but non of the biters moved any closer.
“What is going on?” Whitney asked.
A massive bang as something slammed into the front door. The glass on the floor shook and pieces of the roof fell in.
“What the hell?” Dave yelled.
“What is that?!” JJ screamed.
From the back room several kids screamed.
“The kids!” Whitney and JJ ran back to the room.
Deacon moved to the door and put his eye to the peephole.
Another massive impact and he spun away holding his face.
“MOTHER!” He yelled.
Dave ran to the door. “are you ok?”
“I’m fine! It’s one of those huge mothers! It’s trying to break down the door!” Deacon said.
Another massive hit.
Dave quickly put his eye to the door and jumped away as the end of a tree punched through it.
“HOLY!” Dave yelled.
From outside a loud grunting and the end of the tree started to move.
Dave said, “To hell with this!” And grabbed Gabe’s shotgun and shoved it in the hole and pulled the trigger and emptied the shotgun through the hole.
Whitney and JJ came back out “the kids are fine!”
Dave started shoving more shells into the shotgun.
“Deacon grab the door.” Dave said.
Deacon wiped blood away from his face and crouched next to the door. Dave nodded to him.
“Ready?” Deacon said.
“Ready!” Dave said.
Deacon threw open the door! The tree was sitting on the porch, but they could only see the backside of the big biter as it bounded over the cars on the other side of the condo.
“Give me my rifle! This bitch is going down!” Dave yelled.
Outside the biter stopped turned and looked at them standing in the open door. A wide smile spread across its bloody rotten face and it started chirping. Almost like a cricket.
“What the hell is it doing?” Deacon asked as he handed Dave his rifle.
“I don’t know but he’s going to die!” Dave said.
Dave pulled his rifle in tight; it was hard sighting in the dark. Finally he pulled the trigger. The top of the biters head popped like an overripe zit and he fell to the ground like a stick figure.
“What was that all about?” JJ asked.
Deacon turned back to the porch. “Oh crap!” And he scrambled for his rifle.
Dave turned to see dozens of biters quietly climbing over the cars. “It was a diversion!” He ran back to the porch firing as he went!
JJ ran to the window pushed her AR out and pulled the trigger as her barrel pushed against a biters head.
“This is going to be ugly!” JJ said.
“Lots and lots of ammo!” Dave screamed. He surveyed the grey skinned bloody biters swarming the open lot in front of the house. Dave threw his rifle to his shoulder shot one of the biters that had broken out from those in front and was about to jump the cars. The light bullet pierced the biter just below his adams apple and sprayed blood and tissue out behind him. Dave threw a quick prayer to heaven, “god help us!”
JJ rushed from the back room bringing a laundry hamper with loaded magazines out to the porch for Dave and Deacon with an AR slung across her back. In the door to the back room Seamus’s daughter Marie and Emma stood wide eyed.
“Girls go back inside with Aunt Mindy and Aunt Pattie.” JJ shouted to be heard over the barrage of gunfire from the front room.
“JJ we need as much ammo as you’ve got!” Dave screamed again.
“Girls please!” JJ said again.
“JJ we need all the ammo you have!” Dave screamed again.
Quickly the girls turned and disappeared into the back room. JJ headed back into the master bedroom for the cases of ammo Gabe had pulled out before he’d left. Whitney passed her on her way in. She was carrying Gabe’s Benelli and an M-4.
“We’ve got to do something!” Whitney said.
JJ nodded her head and pushed past her into the bedroom. She quickly counted the ammo cans. If they could make them count they should have plenty. If they could kill a biter with one bullet. If the bugs stay away from them. If Gabe and Seamus got back soon. If. If. If. She picked up a can in each hand, they were so heavy. Carefully stepping over one of Gabe’s duffel bags she staggered through the hall out to the living room. Whitney had leaned the shotgun against the wall and was firing the rifle out the window next to the men. She had a slightly different angle of fire. Kat was loading the empty magazines and was passing magazines outside to Deacon and Dave.
Dave fired several more shots outside hitting two biters fell at the feet of dozens more pressing forward. Many of the biters that had been distracted by the crushed bugs had now turned their attention to the condo. Deacon loaded a fresh magazine and fired off a few rounds. Most of the biters were having trouble navigating between the cars they’d parked outside earlier.
Something was happening. A few biters suddenly broke from the pack and ran forward leaping atop the cars and bounding from one to another straight toward the lit porch.
“Deacon!” Dave yelled quickly pulling the empty magazine from his rifle trying to reload before the biters reached them.
Deacon reached across Daves chest and pushed him back lowering his rifle muzzle across the open porch and blazed away. Three of the biters fell hard onto the cars smearing black blood where their bodies fell. Two more stumbled, one caught himself and leapt to the next car, the other fell from the hood of one car and face planted into the hood of the next with a horrible wet THUMP!
Deacon continued to fire while Dave bent backwards trying to load his rifle. Finally he pulled back the charging handle, “Ok!” Deacon swept the muzzle away back towards his angle of attack.
Dave shot the last three runners down and they fell into bloody heaps on the barricaded cars. Onto the last row of the barricaded cars.
A lull.
“Is it just me or is that group getting bigger?” Deacon leaned over and yelled in Dave’s ear.
Looking out into the yard, Dave realized Deacon was right.
In the middle of the biters a series of grunts, hoots, yells and shrieks tore the sudden still. At the window Whitney was getting nervous.
“Why the hell are they making those noises?”
“Keep calm! Everybody reload…” Dave said loudly.
Kat handed out fresh magazines. She gathered a pile of empty ones and started loading them out of the ammo cans.
“Make only shots you can hit. JJ I know their heavy, can you get some more ammo for us though?” Dave asked.
JJ nodded and headed for her bedroom. She grabbed two more ammo cans and turned headed for the living room and tripped over the duffel bag sending the ammo cans flying. She cursed loudly at the floor and stood, grabbing the duffel bag and threw it at the wall.
The sound it made stopped her in her steps. Slowly she turned back, walked to the duffle bag and zipped it open. Gabe’s camping emergency bag had a first aid kit, flares and a small cooker. Quickly she zipped it closed threw it over her shoulders, went back and grabbed the ammo and headed into the living room.
JJ sat the ammo cans down next to Kat. “Whitney I need your help!”
Whitney stepped away from the window “what’s up?”
JJ took the duffel off her back and pulled out the camp cooker and flares. “Let’s fry these bastards!”
“Kat we need more ammo!” Deacon yelled.
Kat moved to hand off more loaded magazines.
JJ said, “Here hold this.” She handed Whitney the flares, disconnected the small propane tank from the cooker, stepped to the window, looked outside for the thickest group of biters outside, she turned the handle to open the valve until she could smell gas and threw it outside where it landed just beyond the outer layer of cars.
“What the hell was that!?” Dave yelled.
“Nothing!” JJ yelled.
“What do you mean nothing!? Dave yelled again but was mostly drowned out by his own rifle fire.
JJ grabbed two flares sparked them and pitched them outside as near as she could get to the open propane tank.
“JJ! That only works in the movies!” Dave yelled.
From the window JJ watched as one of the biters bent down and picked up the propane tank.
“But this does!” Deacon yelled. He popped the pin on one of the grenades they’d taken off the soldiers earlier and tossed it outside.
The grenade landed just outside the ring of cars at the feet of the biter holding the propane tank. The BOOM was deafening inside. The car and house windows exploded inward. The explosion of the grenade shredded arms and legs, popping open chests and knocking others down. The propane tank cracked open in the explosion and lit a massive fireball lighting dozens of biters on fire.
The burning biters lit up like human candles screeched and careened running wildly till they saw Dave and Deacon and leapt forward towards the porch clearing the first two rows of cars at once.
“Great burning zombies!” Deacon yelled.
Dave twisted and shot three as they lunged from the hood of one of the cars. JJ stood behind Whitney as she fired through the window. Deacon and Dave kept a constant stream of fire from the porch. Burning biters fell in a steady ring around the condo. When Whitney’s rifle ran dry she stepped back so JJ could step forward and fire. Kat kept pushing rounds into magazines and tossing them around.
After a few moments everything was quiet. No shooting. No screaming.
“Is that it?” Deacon asked.
“I don’t know.” Dave replied.
A few biters stood around but far back in the lot, hard to see in the dark.
One of them screeched. Then another, and another! Till a cacophony of screams filled the night but non of the biters moved any closer.
“What is going on?” Whitney asked.
A massive bang as something slammed into the front door. The glass on the floor shook and pieces of the roof fell in.
“What the hell?” Dave yelled.
“What is that?!” JJ screamed.
From the back room several kids screamed.
“The kids!” Whitney and JJ ran back to the room.
Deacon moved to the door and put his eye to the peephole.
Another massive impact and he spun away holding his face.
“MOTHER!” He yelled.
Dave ran to the door. “are you ok?”
“I’m fine! It’s one of those huge mothers! It’s trying to break down the door!” Deacon said.
Another massive hit.
Dave quickly put his eye to the door and jumped away as the end of a tree punched through it.
“HOLY!” Dave yelled.
From outside a loud grunting and the end of the tree started to move.
Dave said, “To hell with this!” And grabbed Gabe’s shotgun and shoved it in the hole and pulled the trigger and emptied the shotgun through the hole.
Whitney and JJ came back out “the kids are fine!”
Dave started shoving more shells into the shotgun.
“Deacon grab the door.” Dave said.
Deacon wiped blood away from his face and crouched next to the door. Dave nodded to him.
“Ready?” Deacon said.
“Ready!” Dave said.
Deacon threw open the door! The tree was sitting on the porch, but they could only see the backside of the big biter as it bounded over the cars on the other side of the condo.
“Give me my rifle! This bitch is going down!” Dave yelled.
Outside the biter stopped turned and looked at them standing in the open door. A wide smile spread across its bloody rotten face and it started chirping. Almost like a cricket.
“What the hell is it doing?” Deacon asked as he handed Dave his rifle.
“I don’t know but he’s going to die!” Dave said.
Dave pulled his rifle in tight; it was hard sighting in the dark. Finally he pulled the trigger. The top of the biters head popped like an overripe zit and he fell to the ground like a stick figure.
“What was that all about?” JJ asked.
Deacon turned back to the porch. “Oh crap!” And he scrambled for his rifle.
Dave turned to see dozens of biters quietly climbing over the cars. “It was a diversion!” He ran back to the porch firing as he went!
JJ ran to the window pushed her AR out and pulled the trigger as her barrel pushed against a biters head.
“This is going to be ugly!” JJ said.
oklahoma caveman
Member
+10 on suspense and man they sure better hope they dont jam. speaking of jams i sure dont know how their gona make itout of this 1. biters are fast,smart, evolving into a super bug, and they are a protected species.
chrlefxtrt
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In the ficticious universe where this story takes place all guns are magic and only jam every so often when the gun gods haven't had their sacrifice. Now that it's all cleared up let's enjoy the story.
that's what I like to think at least
that's what I like to think at least
camonympho
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doing awesome as always... keep it coming..
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