Post by akona on Oct 16, 2009 16:46:20 GMT -5
just a short story I wrote at Home Depot yesterday while I was bored and it was slow...
Short Lived
Light flared as the rounds left the barrel of his gun, sending flashes of clarity along with his ammo into the darkened room. The sound of grunts could be heard mixed in with the sound of flesh and blood splattering as the rounds found their marks. Heads, torsos, arms and legs all were rended by the barrage of bullets.
Even though there was flesh being torn to pieces, there were no cries of pain. In fact there was no other sound beyond the weapon fire and the impact of bullets into flesh. There were no cries because there was no pain felt. The undead do not feel pain.
The man continued to fire round after round into the darkness, not aiming, nor needing to aim, because the mass of walking corpses was so thick that it wasn't necessary. After the bodies were destroyed enough or he got in a shot that exploded the creature's head, it would fall to the ground truly dead.
Then the man heard the one sound he feared above anything else, the click, click, click of an empty gun. His eyes widened and sweat broke out on his face as he was able to make out the shadows of the hulking creatures as they neared him. He quickly unsheathed the sword that was strapped to his back and readied himself for an attack.
As the first undead came within striking range, he swung quickly and accurately, decapitating the monster with just one decisive motion. Without stopping, he made three more strikes in quick succession, separating three more heads from their bodies. He smiled in grim satisfaction at the ease with which he was dispatching the creatures, barely exerting any effort.
His smile quickly faded and was replaced by wide eyed surprise when one fo the things brought its arm up and with a sickening thunk, the blade sunk into the bone and became stuck. The creature moved and tore the sword from his grasp. He desperately lunged for his only weapon, but the army of undead surged upon him, grabbing his arms and legs. Their boney fingers tearing through his clothing and skin.
He let out a scream as the first bites came. The creatures bit off chunks of flesh, his blood pouring down their chins like water from an over filled cup. He screamed again as one of the corpses bit off a few of his fingers, his bones grating against their teeth and they gnawed on him like a dog on a gnaw bone. His final scream was cut off as one of the zombies bit through the front of his throat, shredding his larynx and silencing him.
As his vision finally started to blur, he thought about all he had loved and lost and was glad that the nightmare was finally over. Finally death took him and the horde of undead feasted upon his carcass before shambling off in search of their next meal.
Short Lived
Light flared as the rounds left the barrel of his gun, sending flashes of clarity along with his ammo into the darkened room. The sound of grunts could be heard mixed in with the sound of flesh and blood splattering as the rounds found their marks. Heads, torsos, arms and legs all were rended by the barrage of bullets.
Even though there was flesh being torn to pieces, there were no cries of pain. In fact there was no other sound beyond the weapon fire and the impact of bullets into flesh. There were no cries because there was no pain felt. The undead do not feel pain.
The man continued to fire round after round into the darkness, not aiming, nor needing to aim, because the mass of walking corpses was so thick that it wasn't necessary. After the bodies were destroyed enough or he got in a shot that exploded the creature's head, it would fall to the ground truly dead.
Then the man heard the one sound he feared above anything else, the click, click, click of an empty gun. His eyes widened and sweat broke out on his face as he was able to make out the shadows of the hulking creatures as they neared him. He quickly unsheathed the sword that was strapped to his back and readied himself for an attack.
As the first undead came within striking range, he swung quickly and accurately, decapitating the monster with just one decisive motion. Without stopping, he made three more strikes in quick succession, separating three more heads from their bodies. He smiled in grim satisfaction at the ease with which he was dispatching the creatures, barely exerting any effort.
His smile quickly faded and was replaced by wide eyed surprise when one fo the things brought its arm up and with a sickening thunk, the blade sunk into the bone and became stuck. The creature moved and tore the sword from his grasp. He desperately lunged for his only weapon, but the army of undead surged upon him, grabbing his arms and legs. Their boney fingers tearing through his clothing and skin.
He let out a scream as the first bites came. The creatures bit off chunks of flesh, his blood pouring down their chins like water from an over filled cup. He screamed again as one of the corpses bit off a few of his fingers, his bones grating against their teeth and they gnawed on him like a dog on a gnaw bone. His final scream was cut off as one of the zombies bit through the front of his throat, shredding his larynx and silencing him.
As his vision finally started to blur, he thought about all he had loved and lost and was glad that the nightmare was finally over. Finally death took him and the horde of undead feasted upon his carcass before shambling off in search of their next meal.