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nod a little, then a lot. He breathed hard, angry breaths. His face drew back in a scowl. A crazed fire burned in Adam's eyes.
“All right,” he growled. “Fuck it. Let’s do it. I’m tired too. I’m tired of this shit. It might as well end here. I’m fucking terrified, but let’s do this shit.”
Adam shouldered the butt of his rifle. He looked through the scope as an assassin does: with the intent to kill. The cross hairs found their home on the head of the unique creature at the front of the reanimate horde. It wore leather armor, a heavy cloak, and a strange copper helmet.
“Cute hat, fucker,” Adam said.
No wind blew through the trees at the moment when Adam sucked in a slow, measured breath. His finger ge ntly squeezed the trigger of the rifle. A deafening boom filled the silent forest air. The bullet ripped through the still air and found its mark unsuspecting. The would-be leader’s head whipped violently to the side and it collapsed. Its perforated helmet danced a moment on the damp soil. The bold move was made, and bloody chaos followed.
Four
Bloody Chaos
The strange creature collapsed and splayed out on the dirt. The horde milled without purpose. Jesse's whole body shook. A powerful adrenaline rush filled him with an unbearable amount of energy. He was ready to tear the reanimates apart with his bare hands. He locked eyes with Adam and an unspoken message passed between the two of them that Jesse knew dated back to the dawn of man.
Brother, will you stand with me?
Will you kill with me?
Will you die with me?
…
Adam saw an aspect in his childhood friend that he had never witnessed in anyone before, let alone his clo sest friend. To him, Jesse looked like a man possessed. Adam nodded and readied his rifle. He aimed at the nearest reanimate and fired. Immediately after the creature's head caved in, Adam aimed at a new target and fired his next shot. He aimed and fired like a robot built for the sole purpose of executing the undead, until his clip emptied.
The arrhythmic blasts of the rifle ceased . Adam had spent all his rounds. He dropped the rifle.
…
Jesse pulled out his father’s pistol. A pure, supreme fury overcame him. He charged the horde like a lone soldier making a desperate attempt to capture a machine gun nest. He raised the pistol and fired fast.
…
Adam readied his pistol. He stuffed the spare magazines into his belt and moved toward the madness unfolding ahead of him. He could see Jesse plugging away at the mass of confused bodies. Jesse dropped down to one knee.
“I’m out!” Jesse shouted, “Fire while I reload.”
Adam spotted Jesse fumbling with his magazine.
Adam fired and pick ed off three reanimates with razor precision.
“What do we do after we run out of ammo?” he asked.
“We’ll play it by ear.”
Adam shot over Jesse’s head and brought another two reanimates crashing to the ground with a thud. Adam squinted and peered through the iron sights of the Hi Power until a rotting face came into focus.
Exhale. Squeeze. BAM! Thud. Inhale. Turn. Exhale. Squeeze. BAM! Thud. Inhale. Turn. Exhale. Squeeze. BAM! Thud.
Seven more creatures fell in a similar fashion. Anot her horrible click sent Adam into a panic. He reloaded a final time and steadied himself. Adam unloaded his ammo into the crowd of reanimates. Some fell, but not enough. Click! The ammunition was gone. He slid the pistol into his belt. The heat from the barrel singed the thick fabric of his pants.
“Ready!” Jesse yelled.
…
Jesse fired haphazardly into the lines of reanimates, and kept jerking the trigger long after his magazine was empty. He tossed the gun aside, pulled out his cudgel, and waited. He stretched his arms out, making his body into a T-shape. He took in some deep breaths and stared at his enemies. The creatures pushed past each other to get closer. The nightmare mosh pit surged forward in wide, staggered rows. Some were naked, their clothes disintegrated or torn
“All right,” he growled. “Fuck it. Let’s do it. I’m tired too. I’m tired of this shit. It might as well end here. I’m fucking terrified, but let’s do this shit.”
Adam shouldered the butt of his rifle. He looked through the scope as an assassin does: with the intent to kill. The cross hairs found their home on the head of the unique creature at the front of the reanimate horde. It wore leather armor, a heavy cloak, and a strange copper helmet.
“Cute hat, fucker,” Adam said.
No wind blew through the trees at the moment when Adam sucked in a slow, measured breath. His finger ge ntly squeezed the trigger of the rifle. A deafening boom filled the silent forest air. The bullet ripped through the still air and found its mark unsuspecting. The would-be leader’s head whipped violently to the side and it collapsed. Its perforated helmet danced a moment on the damp soil. The bold move was made, and bloody chaos followed.
Four
Bloody Chaos
The strange creature collapsed and splayed out on the dirt. The horde milled without purpose. Jesse's whole body shook. A powerful adrenaline rush filled him with an unbearable amount of energy. He was ready to tear the reanimates apart with his bare hands. He locked eyes with Adam and an unspoken message passed between the two of them that Jesse knew dated back to the dawn of man.
Brother, will you stand with me?
Will you kill with me?
Will you die with me?
…
Adam saw an aspect in his childhood friend that he had never witnessed in anyone before, let alone his clo sest friend. To him, Jesse looked like a man possessed. Adam nodded and readied his rifle. He aimed at the nearest reanimate and fired. Immediately after the creature's head caved in, Adam aimed at a new target and fired his next shot. He aimed and fired like a robot built for the sole purpose of executing the undead, until his clip emptied.
The arrhythmic blasts of the rifle ceased . Adam had spent all his rounds. He dropped the rifle.
…
Jesse pulled out his father’s pistol. A pure, supreme fury overcame him. He charged the horde like a lone soldier making a desperate attempt to capture a machine gun nest. He raised the pistol and fired fast.
…
Adam readied his pistol. He stuffed the spare magazines into his belt and moved toward the madness unfolding ahead of him. He could see Jesse plugging away at the mass of confused bodies. Jesse dropped down to one knee.
“I’m out!” Jesse shouted, “Fire while I reload.”
Adam spotted Jesse fumbling with his magazine.
Adam fired and pick ed off three reanimates with razor precision.
“What do we do after we run out of ammo?” he asked.
“We’ll play it by ear.”
Adam shot over Jesse’s head and brought another two reanimates crashing to the ground with a thud. Adam squinted and peered through the iron sights of the Hi Power until a rotting face came into focus.
Exhale. Squeeze. BAM! Thud. Inhale. Turn. Exhale. Squeeze. BAM! Thud. Inhale. Turn. Exhale. Squeeze. BAM! Thud.
Seven more creatures fell in a similar fashion. Anot her horrible click sent Adam into a panic. He reloaded a final time and steadied himself. Adam unloaded his ammo into the crowd of reanimates. Some fell, but not enough. Click! The ammunition was gone. He slid the pistol into his belt. The heat from the barrel singed the thick fabric of his pants.
“Ready!” Jesse yelled.
…
Jesse fired haphazardly into the lines of reanimates, and kept jerking the trigger long after his magazine was empty. He tossed the gun aside, pulled out his cudgel, and waited. He stretched his arms out, making his body into a T-shape. He took in some deep breaths and stared at his enemies. The creatures pushed past each other to get closer. The nightmare mosh pit surged forward in wide, staggered rows. Some were naked, their clothes disintegrated or torn
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