Eric sank his right foot down.  The Mustang rumbled loudly as it rode over the abandoned streets leading to Ransom, city center.  The grass, mowed down in four inch strips, lead to the cracked asphalt of Michigan Avenue.  

Michigan Avenue was littered with cars.  Most were pushed out of the way by heavy machinery used to combat the Hunger years ago.  Erik drove through the chaos.  He watched the Hungry human monsters lumber toward him.  He finished a can of warm beer and tossed from the window.  He watched as it struck a sleepy, Hunger infected, teenager.  The creature looked at Erik, growled, then tripped and fell over a chunk of concrete.  Erik laughed… hit the brakes and slid into another infected woman.  Within moments, two more appeared and pounded on the back of the Mustang.  

“Hey, get off my car, jerks.”  Erik hit the gas and turned the wheel.  The woman slid from the hood leaving a dent in the hood.  

“Look what you did!”  He shouted as three more began to walk toward the car.  “You wrecked my car!”  

Erik stopped the car and searched the back seat.  Tucked into a corner on the floor was a shotgun.  Erik stretched as an older man approached the open driver’s window.  

“Come on, now,” Erik said to himself.  

He stretched till he felt the sharp, knife-like fingers of the Hunger-stricken man.  

“Get the hell away from me,” Erik snapped as he sank his hands into the man’s skull.  The brain material underneath was warm and soft.  Erik fought the urge to throw up.  He tightened his fist and yanked.  The old, Hunger-stricken man fell then disappeared beside the car.  

“My god, that’s gross,” he said as he tried to wipe the gore from his hands.  He then reached back and grabbed the barrel of the shotgun.  Several other infected approached but were stunted by the old man lying on the ground.  Erik fired once.  The blast knocked both to the ground.  The infected  jerked the steering wheel to the left and swept another infected man off it’s feet.  

Erik opened another can of warm beer.  Pulled off the road and headed for a long, abandoned storefront.  

“Willies!”  He shouted.  He punched the gas.  He flung the Mustang around in the tall grass making donuts then straightened the wheel and raced to the broken parking lot of the shopping center.

 

Willie’s was in the center.  A pharmacy was on the right and a grocery store was on the left.  Erik was never hurt so he didn’t need the pharmacy and he ate anything he could along the way.  

“It was a part of living in this hell hole,” he thought.  Willie’s was a liquor store and Erik was short on supply.   Erik parked the Mustang near the front door of an abandoned store and turned off the engine.  He climbed over the driver’s seat and opened the passenger door.  A lock held the doors of the store tight.  Erik reached into the Mustang and retrieved a key.  He unlocked the chains and opened the door.  

Willie’s

“The crappy food, the crappy service.  It was the worse store I’d ever been too but they still have, top shelf liquor,”  Erik said as he stepped into the store.  Dust covered everything from the shelves to the leftover merchandise, to the floor.  He stepped over a broken chair and around a metal shelf that had fallen over.  “It had been so long since anything moved in this place.”  He thought and followed a familiar trail of footprints.  

“I found this a week ago,” he told the empty store.  “You saved all the liquor for me?”  

He walked to the right and found an aisle full of canned foods.  Erik found a can of beans and a can of fruit then headed toward the Service Desk.

“Now I need a damn can opener,” he thought as he approached the shelves of liquor.  Erik picked up a dusty bottle of whiskey and turned.  A noise, inturupted his thoughts.   

“Hello?”  He said and it echoed through the large empty room.  “Willie, is that you?”  

Erik jumped as several meaty hands slapped the large picture window in the front of the store.  Erik set the cans of food down and stared at the infected.  His heart clawed at his throat.  A pair of young adults slapped and scratched at the think, slime-covered glass.  “Glass doesn’t seem to last long around here,” he thought and searched for something to put in front of the window.  

Teraphobia - Two Shades and a World Changed

The church basement was dark but dry.  Sean walked through the darkness till he dumped over something but it clattered loudly over the floor.

“What the fuck, man!”  Sean’s brother Andrew whispered through clenched teeth.  “Are you trying to bring them down here.”  He added.

“Dude, we’ve been down here three god-damn days.  I’m thirsty and hungry.  I thought you had a plan to get us out.”

“You’re going to have to wait for it, Sean.  My plan is working.”

“What!  Are you kidding me,” Sean replied as he stepped up to Andrew.  “Are you waiting till they leave?  Is that your fucking plan?”

“No, that ain’t my plan, man.  Are you fucking nuts.”

“Then what’s your plan?”

“We wait for an opportunity.”

“Are you serious?  That’s no different the no damn plan.”

“Shh.. I think someone’s coming.”  The Baker brothers listened as the vampire walked above them.  Without the…

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Who is Gabriel?

Posted: September 29, 2015 in Monster Hunters
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Teraphobia - Two Shades and a World Changed

A monstrous flying creature pushed through the sky.  He was more bird-like than the rest of the vampire clan in the area.  He still had attractive human features in his face, although his jaw was elongated to make room for the larger canine teeth.  His chest and arms were human but the rest barely resembled anything human.  His legs were thin and covered in hair.  Large wings hung over him as he flew over the steel structures that were home.  Gabriel used his legs and feet as a rudder to steer him through the air.

The area around Ransom belonged to Gabriel and his merry band of vampire.

“Most of the others are idiots,” he thought as he watched a group feasting upon the zombies below.  The zombies had become a delicacy for the vampire, even replacing the human prey at times, but at a price.  The oxygenated blood and…

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The tiger woman introduced herself as Mrs. Sayomi Menonx.

“Excuse me, is there anywhere to sit down,” she asked.

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Menonx,” Lou shoved a stack of law books from a chair then placed the chair behind the woman.

“Call me Sayomi.  I killed my husband.”

“Now how did you do this?”  Asked Lou.

“A shovel to the face then I beat him till he stopped moving.”  Lou watched Sayomi’s face as it struggled to stay put.  Her large nose wiggled slightly and her eye shifted then returned the gaze.

“This is not an investigation, just confess to the police?” Jed said.  He picked up the chair and moved it closer to the woman.  Sayomi ignored the comment and stared at Lou.  Her gaze caught him by surprise.

“We will take the case, Sayomi.”

Without a thank you Sayomi stood, brushed off her short black skirt and turned.  She began walking…

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Erik stared out the charcoal colored windows.  He watched as the two zombies fought as shadows in front of the falling sun.  One of the zombies stuck the window hard and Erik leapt into the passenger seat.  He expected to see a busted window but the zombie only managed to clear a section of the window with his face.  The other zombie held it against the glass.  Pulled back and smashed it again.  Erik watched as the zombie blinked then its face disappeared from the window.  Erik waited barely 30 seconds and then crawled forward to the driver’s seat and looked through the window.  Erik opened the door inches when the edge of the door was grabbed and pulled hard.  Erik grabbed the leather bridge that stood over the door handle and pulled the door back toward him.  A zombie growled near enough to his face to make him hesitate and the door flung open wider.  Erik screamed as the zombie let go of the door and leapt at him.  Erik disappeared into the small car.  With skills, unknown to him, Erik squeezed his large frame over the front seats and into the back seat.  A rancid liquid sat below the gory ribs of a body.  Erik wretched when he looked down and stood up within the small rounded car.  The zombie appeared at the door of the Volkswagen.  It’s face peeled from the bone.  Erik suddenly remembered they could not see and stood like a statue.  He pushed his back into the roof.  The rancid liquid within the seat ran over his shoes.  Erik stared at what was left of the body below him and recalled the sight of his child on the ground, helpless as Erik stood staring out the window of his house.  His wife screaming but it was too late for Susan.  She had already died.

The scene played in his head several times.  The zombie clawed at Erik with worn fingers.  The bone bursting from the tips of the fingers. Erik avoided the fingers and stayed quiet.

Erik’s knees burned and he felt his feet slipping from the edge of the seat.  The zombie took another swipe then stepped from the driver’s side door.  Erik waiting for several minutes then shook the liquid from his shoes.  He stepped into the front seat and carefully looked out into the area around the Volkswagen.  The sky had become dark.  The zombie lumbered forward toward where the others had been.  Erik stood behind the door.  He looked behind him and saw nothing.  He looked forward to see a group of zombies bumbling past the cars.

Erik shook his shoes off and left then outside.  Erik then carefully closed the driver’s door and locked it.   He then took his shirt and covered his face.  It barely removed the stench but Erik fell asleep very quickly.

Hard boiled – Saint and Company

Posted: September 21, 2015 in Uncategorized

From my main blog. First of a new series..

Teraphobia - Two Shades and a World Changed

“See, I just poofed my candle on.”

“That’s preety cool, Lou.  Can you make it bigger?”

“Are you serious?  Is that all you think about it that and the woman you use it on?”

“Dude, think what I can do.”

“Stop that thought.  I just saw a woman pass by the door.  I think she we come back around.  Probably lost.”

“I can find her for you, Lou.”

“No, sit your sick ass on the seat and shut up.  I will find her.”

Louis Saint stood from behind his desk. Books, cups and beer cans fell from his desk.  He stepped over the trash and around his desk to the door.  He opened the and stepped out into the dim, lit hallway.

She stood twenty feet from him and cupped her hands over the dirty glass of the door next door.  A beautiful woman, far surpassing the dingy apartment slash…

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The zombies marched forward as the prisoners ran.  Erik could see an opening as a zombie marched forward and turned toward the group. He pointed and headed for the opening.  The zombies seemed to noticed the opening and began to close up the gap.  Erik escaped, without any issue but the hungry arms and hands of the infected slapped at Andrew and Jean.  Sean, trailing near the back pushed his way through the group but was swept from his feet.  He fell hard upon the ground.  Needles pressed hard into Sean’s back and he grunted.  An ugly, bruised face stood over him.  The eyes painted white and the nose flattened against its face.  Sean noticed the zombie’s teeth were perfectly sculpted canines just before he was pulled from under the group.  Andrew and Jean pulled Sean by the ankles into the ditch that they stood within.  Erik lay in a crumpled mess near them.  He held his ankle, twisted from the fall into the ditch.

“What the hell, Sean.”  Andrew prodded with a smile.  “Screw you, ass,” replied Sean as he stood.

“What are we going to do with Erik, the Butcher?”  Sean asked.  Erik held his ankle and rocked back and forth.  “I say we leave him to be eaten by the creatures he created.”

Erik stopped rocking immediately and struggled to stand.  He used the other end of the ditch to help him up.

“Fuck you, I didn’t create this damn situation.”  Erik stood on his good leg.  “I was just the point person for the whole crappy situation.  I was the main scientist and a fuck’n paper pusher.  The media made… “

A zombie fell into the ditch behind him.  It slid toward Erik forcing him to hop forward.  Other zombies followed suit and fell in dramatic fashion into the ditch.

“Move up the ditch,” shouted Jean as he fought off a long limbed zombie that quickly recovered from a head over heels tumble.  Sean and Andrew stepped quickly leaving Erik to struggle up the incline.  The pain radiated from his ankle, up his right leg, and into his hip.  A zombie rolled down the ditch and under Erik’s feet.  It quickly grabbed at Erik’s feet and tripped him up.  Erik pleaded for help as the others disappeared into the asphalt.  He kicked hard, with his right foot connecting with the zombie’s face and screamed in pain.  Another zombie walked from the left as Erik tried to walk up the incline backwards.

“Get the hell away from me.”

The zombie below Erik grabbed his right ankle.  The pain was immediate and Erik screamed.  Erik pulled but it was like having your ankle stuck in a fence.  Erik jerked his foot several times.  The sharp pain shot up like flames.  Erik pulled but the zombie persisted till his ankle snapped and the pain all but disappeared.  “Holy crap,” Erik turned and climbed the incline.  The pain miniscule.  Jean stood above him.  The other two black men were nowhere to be seen.  Jean offered his hand but Erik refused.  “Thanks for the help,” Erik snapped.

Erik stood upon the asphalt of this former city artery.  The plant life overwhelmed the metal vehicles and the asphalt beneath his feet.  The zombies struggled to stand as others fell into the ditch.  The muscles in their legs struggle to combat the fatigue as the heart struggles to pump blood.

“What are we going to do?”  Asked Sean.

“You know for a hunter you ask a lot of questions.”  Andrew replied as he watched a zombie crawl up the ditch.

“Fuck you, Andrew.  Like you know what your fuck’n doing.  You got us arrested.”

“Shut up, panty-piss.”

Sean pushed Andrew backward.  Andrew stepped forward to push back but Jean stepped between them.

“Hey, hey you two better settle you down.  We do not have the time for this.”

Along the ditch many of the zombies had figured out it was easier to crawl upward then stand.  The increased effort zapped the energy from the bodies but increased the rage within them.  The bodies were starved of blood.  The heart, unaware of the condition of the body, pushed as hard as it could.  The oxygen-rich blood within the living would recharge any of them.  This pushed the zombies forward and toward the four humans arguing.

Sean turned from Andrew and kicked a zombie crawling up behind him.  The zombie twisted down the ditch and settled along the bottom.  It’s neck twisted to the side, it stopped moving.

“Dude, I killed it.”

“Good job,” Andrew spat.  The scream of a young girl caught their attention and they turned in unison toward the noise.  The noise was entwined within the road, steel and plant life ahead.  Erik left the group and slowly opened up a small yellow Volkswagon.  The sweet, pungent smell of death pushed outward into Erik’s nose, causing him to cough.  Inside the car Erik found a large black duffel bag.  Inside the bag Erik found a baseball bat, a change of clothes that was too small for him and a bottle of whiskey.  Erik pulled the bottle from the bag and twisted open the cap.  He looked up at the tired sun as it began to fall from the sky and took a large swallow of the warm liquid.  It scratched as it fell down Erik’s throat but it electrified him.

“This is heaven,” he thought.

Something fell hard against the back of the Volkswagen and Erik nearly dropped the bottle of whiskey.  He noticed the others had left him and stood fifty yards away.  The zombies stood waiting for them.  Erik turned.  A large zombie stood unsteady behind him.  The creature was overweight and a gash leaked blood from his right side.  The zombie screamed and fell forward.

Erik screamed and jumped out of the way.  A second zombie stood waiting for him and wrapped two broken arms around his chest.  The right arm was broken just above the elbow.  The skin and muscular tissue darkened and was ripe with infection.  The left arm bore black necrosis scars and the skin was tough and leather like.

Erik leaned forward.  Took an awkward drink from the bottle of whiskey.  He dropped the bottle onto the concrete.  The bottle fell, tipped and began to spill.

Erik shouted and struggled.  He pushed at the arms of the zombie but they held him tightly.  The necrosis seemed to make this fight more disgusting and not any easier to Erik.  Erik felt the hot breath of the zombie behind him.  Then the pin-like scraping of teeth on the back of his neck.  Erik threw his head back but it only met the hard bone of the zombie.  The pain only struck Erik.  The fat zombie approached as Erik struggled.

“Stay away from me you fat piece of rotten meat.”  Erk said as he sunk downward.  The zombie lost its grip but then regained it high up Erik’s chest.  Erik could smell the infection.  He could see the pustules and the gore around the arms.  Erik went back to the unusual strength of the zombie just before a rush of adrenaline struck his body.

Erik thrust his left shoulder forward and bent down.  The zombie followed suit, leaving the ground beneath it.  The zombie was taller than Erik.  The attempt was futile till the overweight zombie grabbed at Erik’s head.  Erik avoided the grab then stepped forward and pushed the zombie, on his back into the overweight zombie.  The overweight zombie fell backward and instinctively grabbed a hold of something.  He caught the worn shirt of the zombie then the shoulder.  The momentum pulled the zombie from Erik’s back as he sank to his knees then belly.  The gangly legs of the zombie attempted to stand but Erik’s body beneath him prevented it from standing up.  Erik slid from the bottom of the pile and stood up.  He stared at the mass in front of him.  The black, leathery skin and gore wrestling to stand up but failing to realize the other zombie was trying to do the same thing.  Erik turned to run but noticed other zombies approaching quickly.

With the door of the Volkswagen still open Erik leap into the driver’s seat and locked all the doors.  He sat across the two seats to avoid the windows but that quickly began uncomfortable.

Intake – Revision 8

Posted: September 9, 2015 in Uncategorized

Erik shivered in the fall chill as the van door opened. Two guards grabbed Erik by the shoulders and shoved him forward.  The chain between his ankles caused him to stumble forward.  The guards caught a chain that ran from his ankles to his waist and pulled backward.  The weight of Erik’s overweight body pulled him toward the ground.  The guards struggled to pull him back up.  A third guard stepped in front of Erik and shoved him backward.

“Dumb -ass mad scientist.” Shouted one of the guards from behind him.

“They call him Erik the Butcher,” Said another guard as they shoved Erik into a row of prisoners.

“Tie him to the others,” shouted a sergeant.  The sergeant wore pair of red straps over his right shoulder that identified him as Sergeant of a mercenary group called BlackAdder.

The BlackAdder guards attached a small metal loop to Erik’s chains then connected that loop to a long chain that ran behind twenty prisoners.  The prisoners stood in a single line in front of a long, double walled fence.  Wrapped throughout the fence was razor wire.  The razor wire didn’t stop the infected, within the walls of the prison.  The looped nature of the razor wire created a buffer zone that made any attempt to rush the fence impossible.  The large semi-automated machine guns above the fence did prevent the infected from approaching the fence.  When prisoners were being added to the containment center the guns were activated by a computer within a long tent near the gate.

The BlackAdder guards placed Erik between an older white man and a pair of young black men.  Next to the older white man was an eleven-year old girl.  Erik grumbled to himself.  The sight of the young lady was chilling.  The country, struck down by a mysterious, cannibalistic infection, imploded then broke apart.  The Northeast Territory was carved out around the city of Ransom.  The city, once a bustling metropolis, was now a broken skeleton of blackened office buildings and tall grass.

“I don’t know why they couldn’t just put you inside the walls by your damn self.  The only thing keeping me from kicking your ass is this chain,” whispered the old man standing on his left.

“At least I didn’t allow my daughter to be arrested,” snapped Erik.

The old man turned and lunged at Erik.  Everyone behind the old man gasps and struggled to stay on their feet.  Erik stepped back into the black men to his right only to be pushed forward.  Erik tripped and fell hitting the ground hard.  The old man fell over him.  The BlackAdder guards rushed forward and untangled the two men.

Erik heard the words but stared forward.

“I didn’t do anything!!”  Erik repeated as the guards stood him up.

“Shut up butcher of children,” the old man shouted.  Several guards stood between them.  The sergeant stepped from behind a camouflaged truck and approached the prisoners.

“Alright, alright, Erik Moore is the last of the prisoners,” shouted the sergeant through a funnel-like megaphone.  “We have processed all the prisoners we can now start sending them through the gate.”

The sergeant then created two rows of BlackAdder guards.  One guard stood behind another till they formed two rows.  The sergeant stood in front of the formation and gave instructions.

“There are twenty prisoners.  In groups of three we will take five prisoners and walk them to the gate.  The gate will open and those three guards will lead the prisoners fifty yards into the containment zone…”

From above everyone’s head a barrage of bullets fired at once.  The guards all ducked followed by the prisoners.

“Who, the hell, fired the auto guns?  Can we have some discipline here,” The sergeant stood and shouted at a covered tent area near the large front gate.

“Erikson, kick their asses,” order the sergeant.  The guard next to him ran toward the tent.  The prisoners stood and Erik looked out toward the city.  The auto guns stood upon large steel pillars.  Above the pillars sat the black auto-guns.  The auto-guns fired a second time.  The bullets raced into the tall grass within the fence.  Several infected fell backward and cheers erupted from the large tent.  Erik considered the infected.  He pondered the facts and thought to himself.

“It was supposed to be a cure.  This should have never happened.  No foretelling symptoms.  No indication that something was wrong.  It was like someone planted the first infected patient within the facility.”

Erik watched as a couple of infected stood back up.  “This is not possible,” he thought.  “What about the loss of blood and the destruction of the organs?”  An argument broke out from within the tent near the gate.  Erik continued to watch as the infected couple walked forward.  A loud crash interrupted Erik’s view and he turned to see Erikson exit the tent.

““Group attention” shouted the Sergeant.  The formation snapped forward.  Voices silent and all movement stopped.  “I will volunteer the first three of you if I do not get any candidates.  Take charge of your future men.  Do not allow me to do it.”

The formation of guards mumbled and looked at each other.  Alright,” The sergeant began.  “This isn’t that hard men!  I need three volunteers.”

Three men volunteered and the sergeant separated them from the formation.  Three more volunteered and stood behind the first three.  This continued till there were seven groups of three guards.

Sean Baker jerked the leather restrains that bound his hands behind him.  The guards stared at him.

“Sean stop,” Sean’s older brother Andrew finally said after the guards began to step forward. “You are going to get us killed before we have any chance to get out of this.”

“Are you kidding?”  Sean growled.  “Do you think we are going to get out of this?”

“Listen, we have been in worse situations, right?”

Sean stood silent.

“Up north three days ago, when we were trapped in the basement of that movie theater, remember? You were balling the entire time.”

“There were vampires in that church, Andrew.  What the hell else was I supposed to do?”

“You are a hunter, Sean.  The vampire got close and you turned into a pussy.”

“Shut the hell up.”

“No wait, Sean.  Listen.  We walked out of that theater.  Those blood suck’n bitches didn’t even know we were there.  Brother we got this.”

The sergeant called out the name of five prisoners.

“Harry White, Christopher Kim, Steven Summers, Bernie Platon and Christopher Rickket.”

Harry White stepped forward.  The guard released Harry White from the restraints and the chain.  They placed him within a circle of three guards.  Christopher Kim was next and allowed the guards to release him.  He was then placed next to Harry White.  The old white man standing next to Erik stepped back when the guards approached.

“Steve Summers, step forward.”

“Let my daughter go,” shouted the older man.

“I can’t do that,” replied the guard as he reached for the older man.  Steve Summers stepped back again.  The guard stepped forward and grabbed Steve Summers.

“Wait…Wait,” shouted the sergeant as he grabbed the guard by the shoulders.

“Place Steve Summers with his family.  There are a few basic rights left in the territory.”  The sergeant found another name and placed Alice Owens in the first group.  Bernie Platon and Christopher Rickket stepped forward without issue.  The first five stepped forward, followed by the guards.  The large metal gate opened and the first group stepped into the prison.

The grass on the other side of the steel, razor wire fence was waist high.  Three hundred yards from the gate sat several abandoned cars.  The cars sat still in the grass stuck either coming or going.  The city of Ransom stood behind the cars.  The small high rise buildings hovered over the landscape.

The first group of prisoners moved past the gate and it began to close.  The guard in front walked as the other two followed to the rear and side of the five-person group.  Small movements within the grass brought on jerky movements as the guards tried to stay alert.

“Kali Summers, Steve Summers, Andrea Summers, Leslie Brown and Nicholas Emmett,” shouted the sergeant.  The Summers family stepped forward.  Kali, stood at the front as the guards removed the restraints.  A clumsy guard dropped a restraint and Leslie Brown bolted past the others.  She disappeared behind a truck.  Two BlackAdder guards captured her within moment and returned her back to the group.

The gate opened for the second group as the first set of guards stepped back into the outside world.  The second group stepped into the prison the same as the first.  The original group of five stood fifty yards from the gate.  The first guard slowed.  He knew the danger of putting too many prisoners together.  The human mob mentality was just as dangerous as the infected.  He didn’t want to speak a word, preferring to wave at the other group but they stood, terrified, in the middle of the path.

Finally, the guard shouted.  “Move”

The first group moved slowly.  The infected stood waiting in small groups.  Christopher Kim fell and disappeared within the grass.  He screamed followed and fought.  The graas rustled till it stopped.  The four others in the first group ran forward and tried to avoid the waiting infected.  Screams bellowed from within the field of grass and from the other prisoners.   Erickson sprinted for the tent and within moments the auto guns fired into the grass.

“I don’t want to go in there,” shouted Sean Baker.  The BlackAdder guards restrained Sean with a blow from butt of his rifle.  His brother Andrew protested fiercely.

“Let’s just get this done!” Erik heard the sergeant shout.  The guards unbound the remaining prisoners.  They surrounded the group of ten and pushed them forward.  The gate opened and the guards fired into the grass.  The others in the first group had disappeared.  Erik, Sean and Andrew stood in the middle of the group trying to stay on their feet as the guards pushed them hard through the gate.

Erik —

Posted: September 3, 2015 in City of Zombies
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The screams were deafening as the infected began to approach the group.  Nicolas Emmet, a large, muscular man, shot toward the slowly closing gate.  He grabbed the gate and attempted to stop it.  Several BlackAdder guards grabbed the gate and attempted to pull it close.

“Let me out!”  shouted Nicolas.  Leslie Brown,limping from the fight with the guards joined Nicolas and pulled the gate.  The gate opened wider as the guards shouted and threaten to fire into the prisoners.  Realizing that he shoot within the line of fire Erik turned and ran toward the field of abandoned cars.  The Summers family followed him joined by the Baker brothers and a tall, dark skinned man that someone referred to as the Haitian.

Erik stopped.  He took in a deep breath and cursed at his worn out forty year old body.  The rest of the group stopped several feet ahead of him.  Gun fired erupted from the gate and everyone fell to the ground.  After several seconds it was quiet, except for the crunching of the dry grass around him.

Erik sat up and listened as the crunching multiplied and the tall grass moved from all sides.  Fear shook him but he stayed put.  He listened as the infected approached.  He could hear two coming from the left and three headed toward him from the right.  He but his head on his knees and waited.

“What are you doing?” 

Erik looked up and found his wife staring down at him.  She was taken weeks after the infected escaped from County Hospital, where he worked.  She would often visit him dressed in a long white dress tied around the waist with a blue ribbon and a bow.

“What are you doing?”  She repeated.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Erik said.  “I can’t hide.  I can’t run.  I can’t live without you and Sara anymore.”

“I call bullshit on that, Erik.  It’s been five years and you decide this now!  Don’t be a dick.”  

“A dick?  Don’t be a dick?  Is that all you have to say?”  Erik looked up.  His wife was as beautiful as she was in life all those years ago.  Her dark brown hair framed the soft pale skin of her face.  Her brown eyes sparkled as she smiled.

“Your not giving up, Erik.  I will not let you.”  

“What are you going to do, bug me to death?”

A torn dress shoe stepped from grass on Erik’s left.  This shoe was followed by several others and then they were upon him.  Grabbing for anything that would lead to Erik falling toward one or the other side.  The infected tore Erik’s t-shirt.  The collar strangled Erik till it finally broke away.  As much as he wanted to just sit still his hands and feet fought off the hungry, rotting faces that bent down to tear him apart.  A small boy grabbed a hold of his ankle and dug his long nails into Erik’s skin.  Erik cried out in pain and kicked hard.  The boy fell backward into the tall grass and Erik turned over.  Stood on his knees the fought to stand.  A bloody hand met the side of his face and Erik stumbled backward.  He fell hard to the ground then stood.

“Fuck you!”  Erik shouted.  He counted five plus the young boy all hungry and grunting as they walked toward him.  “The infection disabled any sort of human emotion”, he thought.  “The Bacterial Meningtis caused confusion, fever and headaches.  It can’t be the reason for this hunger and ability to live after death.”  Erik’s analitical mind took over.  “Acute Ocular Melanoma,”  Erik noticed the thick white film over the eyes of the infected.  He also noticed that the infected reached and often confused the other infected for the living only to recoil when they got too close.  “They are blind and their sense of smell is minimal.”

Erik stood up.  He looked forward toward the broken city of Ransom and ran forward into a pair of infected.  He pushed them into each other causing them to fall into each other then escaped.  Within ten feet Erik ran into the tall dark-skinned man.

“Hi, my name is Cary.  Some people call me the Haitian but I prefer Cary.  I didn’t think you were going to make that.  Were you waiting for them to attack you?”

“Nice to meet you Cary.  You seem to be a very smart man.  Let’s stop talking and find some place safe to stay.”

Intake – Revision 7- Edit 2

Posted: August 21, 2015 in Monster Hunters

Erik shivered in the fall chill as the van door opened. Two guards, dressed in black, grabbed Erik by the shoulders and shoved him forward.  Erik stumbled.  His feet tied together with a short chain clanged as Erik stepped forward.  The chain from his ankles rose up his back and wrapped around his waist.  

Erik stepped forward and waited as another guard lead him to a row of prisoners. 

“Put him next to the others.”

An overweight man dressed in black shouted.  Upon the man’s shoulders was a pair of red straps that identified him as Sergeant of the Guard.

Erik and the two other guards walked to a line of other prisoners.  They stood in front of a long, double walled fence.  Wrapped throughout the fence was razor wire.  The guards placed Erik between an older white man and a pair of young black men.  Next to the older white man was an eleven-year old girl.  Erik attempted to resist.  The sight of a young child just chilled him.  The guards clubbed his legs with night sticks causing him to fall to his knees.  The chain connected to his neck pulled back causing him to moan as his muscles strained.

The other prisoners stepped to the side as the guards lifted Erik and placed him within the line.  A third guard stood behind the line of prisoners and connected Erik to the others via a long chain.  The guards turned and stepped away. 

“I don’t know why they couldn’t just put you inside the walls by your damn self.  The only thing keeping me from kicking your ass is this chain.”  The old man whispered.

Erik heard the words but stared forward.

“Erik, the Butcher,” taunted the black man to his right.  “Murderer of how many people now, one hundred thousand?  You’re lucky my brother and I didn’t find you.  You won’t be standing here in those chains.  I’ll tell you that.”

Erik stirred.  “I didn’t do anything,” he said after several moments.  

“I didn’t do anything!!”  Erik repeated loudly.  The BlackAdder guards ignored him and milled around in front of the prisoners.  The Sergeant stood with others around a camouflaged truck.  Twenty prisoners stood outside the walls of Ransom Infected Housing and Containment (RIHC).  The walls of the containment center contained an infection that ravaged the human population five years ago.  Erik was a lead scientist and took the brunt of the blame for the breach when an explosion released the hybrid infection into the air around the city.  The containment area was built around the city of Ransom to stop the infection from bleeding into the adjacent cities.

“Alright, alright,” shouted the Sergeant through a funnel-like megaphone.  “We have processed all the prisoners we can now start sending them through the gate.”

The guards stopped milling and created two rows.  One guard stood behind another till they formed two rows.  The Sergeant stood in front of the formation and gave instructions.

“There are twenty prisoners.  In groups of three we take will take five prisoners and walk them to the gate.  The gate will open and those three guards will lead the prisoners fifty yards into the containment zone…” 

From above everyone’s head a barrage of bullets fired at once.  The guards all ducked followed by the prisoners. 

“Who, the hell, fired the auto guns?  Can we have some discipline here,” The Sergeant stood and shouted at a covered tent area near the large front gate. 

“Erikson, kick their asses,” The Sergeant ordered the guard next to him and pointed toward the tent.  The large guard ran toward the tent.  The prisoners stood and Erik looked out toward the city.  The fence was steel and chain-linked.  It had two rows, one before the other.  Along the second row were large steel pillars.  Above the pillars sat the black auto-guns.  The auto-guns fired a second time.  The bullets raced into the field within the gates.  Seconds before they fell, Erik saw the infected.  The pitiful cocoon’s of the hybrid Meningitis bacterial infection. 

“It was supposed to be a cure,” Erik thought to himself.  “This should have never happened.” 

Erik then watched as the bullets struck the infected and they fell.  The auto-guns were not accurate and a couple began to stand back up.  An argument broke out from within the tent near the gate.  A loud crash and then Erikson exited the tent.

“Alright,” The Sergeant began again.  “This isn’t that hard men!  I need three volunteers.”

The formation of guards mumbled and looked at each other.  Erik grew up in Ransom and so did most of these men.  The unease of capital punishment had disappeared after years of fighting but it was now unspoken as were many other moral values.

“Group attention” shouted the Sergeant.  The formation snapped forward.  Voices silent and all movement stopped.  “I will volunteer three of you if I do not get any candidates.  Take charge of your future men.  Do not allow me to do it.”

Three men volunteered and the Sergeant separated them from the formation.  Three more volunteered and stood behind the first three.  This continued till there were seven groups of three guards.

Sean Baker jerked the leather restrains that bound his hands behind him.  The guards stared at him. 

“Sean stop,” Sean’s older brother Andrew finally said after the guards began to step forward. “You are going to get us killed before we have any chance to get out of this.”

“Are you kidding?”  Sean growled.  “Do you think we are going to get out of this?”

“Listen, we have been in worse situations, right?”

Sean stood silent.

“Up north three days ago, when we were trapped in the basement of that movie theater, remember? You were balling the entire time.”

“There were vampires in that church, Andrew.  What the hell else was I supposed to do?”

“You are a hunter, Sean.  The vampire got close and you turned into a pussy.”

“Shut the hell up.”

“No wait, Sean.  Listen.  We walked out of that theater.  Those blood suck’n bitches didn’t even know we were there.  Brother we got this.”

The first set of guards stepped forward.  The Sergeant called out the name of five prisoners.

“Harry White, Christopher Kim, Steven Summers, Bernie Platon and Christopher Rickket.”

Harry White stepped forward.  The guard released Harry White from the leather restraints and the chain.  They placed him within a circle of three guards.  Christopher Kim was next and allowed the guards to release him.  He was then placed next to Harry White.  The old white man standing next to Erik stepped back when the guards approached. 

“Steve Summers, step forward.” 

 “Let my daughter go,” shouted the older man. 

“I can’t do that,” replied the guard as he reached for the older man.  Steve Summers stepped back again and caused Erik to fall backward into the fence.  He fell hard along with several other prisoners.  The guard stepped forward and grabbed Steve Summers. 

“Wait…Wait,” shouted the Sergeant as he grabbed the guard by the shoulders.  

“Place Steve Summers with his family.  There are a few basic rights left in the territory.”  The Sergeant found another name and placed Alice Owens in the first group.  Bernie Platon and Christopher Rickket stepped forward without issue.  The first five stepped forward, followed by the guards.  The large metal gate opened and the first group stepped into the prison.

 

The grass on the other side of the steel, razor wire fence was waist high.  Three hundred yards from the gate sat several abandoned cars.  The cars sat still in the grass stuck either coming or going.  The city of Ransom stood behind the cars.  The small high rise buildings hovered over the landscape.  The blacked out windows repelled any person within their right mind.

The first group of prisoners moved past the gate and it began to close.  The guard in front walked as the other two followed to the rear and side of the five-person group.  Small movements within the grass brought on jerky movements as the guards tried to stay alert.

“Kali Summers, Steve Summers, Andrea Summers, Leslie Brown and Nicholas Emmett,” shouted the Sergeant.  The Summers family stepped forward.  Kali, stood at the front as the guards removed the restraints.  A clumsy guard dropped a restraint and Leslie Brown bolted past the others.  She disappeared behind a truck.  Two guards captured her within moment and returned her back to the group.

The gate opened for the second group as the first set of guards stepped back into the outside world.  The second group stepped into the prison the same as the first.  The original group of five stood fifty yards from the gate.  The first guard slowed.  He knew the danger of putting too many prisoners together.  The human mob mentality was just as dangerous as the infected.  He didn’t want to speak a word, preferring to wave at the other group but they stood, terrified, in the middle of the path.

Finally, the guard shouted.  “Move”

Within moments hands burst from the grass beside them.  Other infected began to stand.  Screams bellowed from everywhere as Christopher Kim and Leslie Brown were dragged into the tall grass.  The guards fired into the infected that stood and then into the ground as they turned and ran back toward the gate.  Several of the prisoners followed but stopped after guards fired over their heads.  The second group spreading out and then joined the first group toward the broken city of Ransom.

“I don’t want to go in there,” shouted Sean Baker as he stood behind Erik.  Sean shouted till a guard approached.  The guard wasted no time and struck Sean with the butt of his rifle.  Sean coughed and moaned.  

“Let’s just get this done!” Erik heard the sergeant shout.  The guards unbound the remaining prisoners.  They surrounded the group of ten and pushed them forward.  The gate opened and the guards fired into the grass.  The others in the first group had disappeared.  Erik, Sean and Andrew stood in the middle of the group trying to stay on their feet as the guards pushed them hard through the gate.

The guards in front stepped to the side and the group stepped through the gate.  Within moments the infected appeared within the tall grass.  The guards pushed the small crowd forward as the infected stepped closer.  The prisoners near the front of the group began to panic and peeled from the makeshift circle and ran toward the gate.  The guards shouted as they approached.  They rushed to close the gate.  Several prisoners screamed as the exit closed.  The rest of the group stood within a hungry horde of infected.