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Authors: Sean Liebling
Tags: adventure, Action, Zombies, Virus, Armageddon, post apocalyptic, undead, Marines, special forces, the walking dead, Zombie Apocalypse, marine corps, rangers, zompoc, force recon
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wanted here, and you've outstayed your welcome. I would advise you to take that grace I am granting you, as I will not repeat myself. Now let the lady go!" The last was growled, and the man's right hand twitched as the gun focused on the closest to him. She could see he held it tightly and that his finger was on the trigger, yet he still hadn't fired. What in hell is he waiting for ? she thought.
"Fuck you, old man," shouted one of the savages as he brought his own rifle up. Belatedly she realized it was an AR-15 variant, and her heart sank even as wild hope had blossomed within her moments before. Then a thunderous roar hit her eardrums as the stranger’s rifle fired, and the man closest to him fell to the ground, twitching. She couldn’t see where he had been hit but she could hear his rifle skittering across the pavement as the remaining three reached for their weapons.
She wasn't sure how he did it one-handed but another roar sounded, a round obviously having already been made ready, and the nameless one between her legs went limp as his dead body fell on top of her. God damn it , she thought at the splash of blood and brains that suddenly coated her upper body, but this time she saw the hole between his eyes, right through the bridge of his nose, and the bulging effect a round passing through the back of the skull had caused. She felt a brief satisfaction that at least this asshole would not hurt another woman again. Then everything sped up as the stranger took two steps forward, the rifle in both hands, butt stroking the next closest and a heavy boot coming up almost simultaneously to hit the last directly in the stomach. Both men went down and the stranger was standing over them. This time Janet saw him operate the bolt-action in a lightning-quick move. Impressive , was her only thought as he kicked the second-to-remaining dirtbag again and then moved sideways in her direction while speaking to the both remaining would-be rapists.
"If you two move, you're dead. If you try to speak, you're dead. I would advise against it." Then his left hand was reaching out, a clasp knife open and clenched in its grip, and the ropes binding her wrists were suddenly cut. Both of the other men were huddled on the ground, staying quiet and not moving, she saw as she slowly tried to sit up while simultaneously covering her naked form with her arms. The stranger’s hand moved to her again, and this time the knife was gone and his open palm was stretched forward, inviting her to clasp it. She grasped the proffered hand and was helped to a sitting position as her head swam. She then looked downward and saw the first man he had shot. He also had a bullet hole between the eyes, with a small trickle of blood welling up from its opening and a much larger spreading pool beneath him.
"Thank you. I don't know where you came from but thank you!" Janet was suddenly crying, her shoulders heaving as a flood of unstoppable tears sprang forth. She hated being all girly, but what she had just been through was as real as it gets and she had just known she was going to be gang-raped then taken back to their camp for even more others. She was still trying to come to grips at being mysteriously saved, and she felt the stranger’s hand touch her shoulder gently. Her body instinctively withdrew from the touch and he pulled it back, nodding at her. She knew she would need some time before allowing another man to touch her. He smiled kindly at her, keeping his distance, and for that he had her eternal thanks as he finally spoke again, addressing her.
"The name is Reaper and I was happy to intervene. I heard your cries for help and came seeking. I'll see you back to wherever you consider safe after I deal with these minions of Satan." With that he turned from her and she saw the kindness leave his eyes. A chill instantly ran down her spine upon seeing the coldness and death suddenly appearing within their depths, causing her to shiver involuntarily. She
"Fuck you, old man," shouted one of the savages as he brought his own rifle up. Belatedly she realized it was an AR-15 variant, and her heart sank even as wild hope had blossomed within her moments before. Then a thunderous roar hit her eardrums as the stranger’s rifle fired, and the man closest to him fell to the ground, twitching. She couldn’t see where he had been hit but she could hear his rifle skittering across the pavement as the remaining three reached for their weapons.
She wasn't sure how he did it one-handed but another roar sounded, a round obviously having already been made ready, and the nameless one between her legs went limp as his dead body fell on top of her. God damn it , she thought at the splash of blood and brains that suddenly coated her upper body, but this time she saw the hole between his eyes, right through the bridge of his nose, and the bulging effect a round passing through the back of the skull had caused. She felt a brief satisfaction that at least this asshole would not hurt another woman again. Then everything sped up as the stranger took two steps forward, the rifle in both hands, butt stroking the next closest and a heavy boot coming up almost simultaneously to hit the last directly in the stomach. Both men went down and the stranger was standing over them. This time Janet saw him operate the bolt-action in a lightning-quick move. Impressive , was her only thought as he kicked the second-to-remaining dirtbag again and then moved sideways in her direction while speaking to the both remaining would-be rapists.
"If you two move, you're dead. If you try to speak, you're dead. I would advise against it." Then his left hand was reaching out, a clasp knife open and clenched in its grip, and the ropes binding her wrists were suddenly cut. Both of the other men were huddled on the ground, staying quiet and not moving, she saw as she slowly tried to sit up while simultaneously covering her naked form with her arms. The stranger’s hand moved to her again, and this time the knife was gone and his open palm was stretched forward, inviting her to clasp it. She grasped the proffered hand and was helped to a sitting position as her head swam. She then looked downward and saw the first man he had shot. He also had a bullet hole between the eyes, with a small trickle of blood welling up from its opening and a much larger spreading pool beneath him.
"Thank you. I don't know where you came from but thank you!" Janet was suddenly crying, her shoulders heaving as a flood of unstoppable tears sprang forth. She hated being all girly, but what she had just been through was as real as it gets and she had just known she was going to be gang-raped then taken back to their camp for even more others. She was still trying to come to grips at being mysteriously saved, and she felt the stranger’s hand touch her shoulder gently. Her body instinctively withdrew from the touch and he pulled it back, nodding at her. She knew she would need some time before allowing another man to touch her. He smiled kindly at her, keeping his distance, and for that he had her eternal thanks as he finally spoke again, addressing her.
"The name is Reaper and I was happy to intervene. I heard your cries for help and came seeking. I'll see you back to wherever you consider safe after I deal with these minions of Satan." With that he turned from her and she saw the kindness leave his eyes. A chill instantly ran down her spine upon seeing the coldness and death suddenly appearing within their depths, causing her to shiver involuntarily. She
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