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Authors: Ray Ellingsen
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direction of my momentum. I lost my grip on the door and as I hit the ground on my back, the door came crashing down on me and my attacker.
I struggled and tried to push away from whatever had tackled me. As it crawled its way on top of me I kicked at the bottom of the garage door and it opened partially. Something snapped its teeth dangerously close to my face. Its foul breath was overwhelming.
My attacker’s hands clawed at me and grabbed at my clothing and gear. I elbowed it in the side of the head and found its throat with my right hand. I pushed the thing up and away from me and bucked my hips. As heavy as it was, I still knocked the thing off balance. It landed next to me.
I rolled away and came to my knees. My hand found the grip of my carbine and I brought it up between us as it rose to its knees and lunged at me. The end of the barrel of my M&P slammed into its chest, stopping its forward motion. I yanked the trigger four times in quick succession but was only rewarded with one muffled whap sound. The thing slapped the barrel away and reached for me. I tucked my chin and lunged forward myself, hands extended.
Both of my hands caught the creature around the throat and I pushed upwards, coming off my knees and back up onto my feet. The undead thing rose with me, clawing at me and snapping its teeth. It leaned forward, pushing against my grip.
Instead of resisting, I pulled the thing toward me and sidestepped. The creature shot past me as I released my grip on its throat. It sailed forward and lost its balance, slamming head first into the side of my work bench. It hit the ground, momentarily stunned.
Out of my peripheral vision I saw Chloe come up under the partially opened garage door and lunge for the thing on the ground, growling the whole way. She bite into the creatures shoulder and started shaking it violently.
“OUT, NOW!” I screamed at her.
I stepped forward to intercept her but slipped on something slick on the concrete floor and went crashing back to the ground, landing on my right hip. My carbine, still tethered to me, flipped up and slammed into the side of my head. The commotion startled Chloe and she scampered back under the garage door.
My attacker was already getting back to its feet. I drew my 1911 out of its tactical holster on my left hip and aimed at what I hoped was the thing’s head. I couldn’t be sure because it was dark in the garage and my vision was blurred from my head being pummeled with my own gun.
The distance from my target was only two and a half feet when I fired. I saw the blinding muzzle flash just before I squeezed my eyes shut. The roar of the discharging weapon was deafening in the close confines of the garage.
Even over the gunshot though, I could hear what sounded like a watermelon hitting concrete. I blew my breath out, simultaneously rolling toward the garage door. I could feel the heavy mist of blood and brain matter as it permeated the air and covered me. I continued to roll until I was out onto my driveway.
It was now pouring down rain. With my eyes still shut I put my face to the sky, letting the rain soak it. I dropped my .45 and vigorously washed my face and eyes. I blew my nose hard with what little air I had left in my lungs. I stumbled over to the wet lawn and rubbed my face in the grass.
I could feel Chloe pawing at me, concerned. I ignored her and got to my feet, staggering over to where I thought the garden hose was. I found it and blindly pulled myself along it to the faucet. I cranked the faucet on, found the end of the hose and washed my eyes, nose and mouth out, almost choking as I inhaled a mouthful of water into my lungs.
I opened my eyes. It was almost dark out. The first thing I noticed was that my hands were pink stained with blood. I wasn’t sure who’s blood it was. Chloe was in front of me whimpering. I brought up my carbine, still on its single point sling, and put it up to my shoulder, trying to look everywhere at once.
It was
I struggled and tried to push away from whatever had tackled me. As it crawled its way on top of me I kicked at the bottom of the garage door and it opened partially. Something snapped its teeth dangerously close to my face. Its foul breath was overwhelming.
My attacker’s hands clawed at me and grabbed at my clothing and gear. I elbowed it in the side of the head and found its throat with my right hand. I pushed the thing up and away from me and bucked my hips. As heavy as it was, I still knocked the thing off balance. It landed next to me.
I rolled away and came to my knees. My hand found the grip of my carbine and I brought it up between us as it rose to its knees and lunged at me. The end of the barrel of my M&P slammed into its chest, stopping its forward motion. I yanked the trigger four times in quick succession but was only rewarded with one muffled whap sound. The thing slapped the barrel away and reached for me. I tucked my chin and lunged forward myself, hands extended.
Both of my hands caught the creature around the throat and I pushed upwards, coming off my knees and back up onto my feet. The undead thing rose with me, clawing at me and snapping its teeth. It leaned forward, pushing against my grip.
Instead of resisting, I pulled the thing toward me and sidestepped. The creature shot past me as I released my grip on its throat. It sailed forward and lost its balance, slamming head first into the side of my work bench. It hit the ground, momentarily stunned.
Out of my peripheral vision I saw Chloe come up under the partially opened garage door and lunge for the thing on the ground, growling the whole way. She bite into the creatures shoulder and started shaking it violently.
“OUT, NOW!” I screamed at her.
I stepped forward to intercept her but slipped on something slick on the concrete floor and went crashing back to the ground, landing on my right hip. My carbine, still tethered to me, flipped up and slammed into the side of my head. The commotion startled Chloe and she scampered back under the garage door.
My attacker was already getting back to its feet. I drew my 1911 out of its tactical holster on my left hip and aimed at what I hoped was the thing’s head. I couldn’t be sure because it was dark in the garage and my vision was blurred from my head being pummeled with my own gun.
The distance from my target was only two and a half feet when I fired. I saw the blinding muzzle flash just before I squeezed my eyes shut. The roar of the discharging weapon was deafening in the close confines of the garage.
Even over the gunshot though, I could hear what sounded like a watermelon hitting concrete. I blew my breath out, simultaneously rolling toward the garage door. I could feel the heavy mist of blood and brain matter as it permeated the air and covered me. I continued to roll until I was out onto my driveway.
It was now pouring down rain. With my eyes still shut I put my face to the sky, letting the rain soak it. I dropped my .45 and vigorously washed my face and eyes. I blew my nose hard with what little air I had left in my lungs. I stumbled over to the wet lawn and rubbed my face in the grass.
I could feel Chloe pawing at me, concerned. I ignored her and got to my feet, staggering over to where I thought the garden hose was. I found it and blindly pulled myself along it to the faucet. I cranked the faucet on, found the end of the hose and washed my eyes, nose and mouth out, almost choking as I inhaled a mouthful of water into my lungs.
I opened my eyes. It was almost dark out. The first thing I noticed was that my hands were pink stained with blood. I wasn’t sure who’s blood it was. Chloe was in front of me whimpering. I brought up my carbine, still on its single point sling, and put it up to my shoulder, trying to look everywhere at once.
It was
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