The Long Winter: Part 3
[I'm not really a writer, I've never tried to be, but I love post-apocalyptic/zombie...
[I'm not really a writer, I've never tried to be, but I love post-apocalyptic/zombie based stories and I thought I'd give it a try to come up with my own story. It's certainly not original, since I utilized ideas like making it a solo tale like I Am Legend and utilized zombie/monster ideas from things from Left 4 Dead. This is nothing more than me having fun and trying to come up with a fun setting. There's bound to be spelling/grammar errors, so no need to point anything like that out unless there are serious problems. I hope you enjoy.] The Long Winter Part 3 Maxon grunted as he struggled to turn the handle of the long un-used exit hatch, much like something that would be seen on a submarine. It was too be used in an emergency when the main door was destroyed or blocked, this situation calling for it. He was wearing just a pair of goggles, a full set of combat coveralls, laced with thin, but durable kevlar. More than enough to keep the horse safe from any bite by a zombie. Normally he would wear his Rad Suit out, but he didn't want to have his view obscured or be any more sluggish. He didn't want to be outside for more than ten minutes, so he was built for speed right now. He had a Spa-12 shotgun slung over his shoulder a bandolier of shells around his chest, pistols in both underarm holsters, and a grenade. With one final groan, the metal creaking, he free'd the lever of it's icy grip and popped the lid slowly. There was a good few feet of snow on top and more snow poured from the sides down the tube as the horse slowly crawled out and into the open and cold air. He had watched the cameras for a good hour, waiting for the horde of zombies to pass, leaving a few stragglers wandering about aimlessly. The snow was pretty deep here, so he knew he could bypass them all and get to the front of the door with little effort. He pulled out a pistol and ran the hundred feet to the door, stomping through the snow, huffing into the cold air as he started to fire at zombies in his path. Two were quickly taken down, their red brains splattering across the white and gray landscape, their lifeless bodies collapsing into the deep snow and disappearing. He hated not seeing the bodies, but he was sure of his aim and made every shot to the head count. The horse couldn't see the big monster running around, hoping it had wandered off for now, only hearing the moans of the small group of zombies stuck inside the doorway of the bunker. He fired a few more shots at the last of the stragglers before making it to the bunker overhang, slowly looking over and turning his nose at the scent of the rotting mass clawing at the metal door. They were extremely slow and he was surprised they were managing to move at all in this cold, knowing they would be frozen stiff once the winter cold reached it's peak, but not soon enough for him. Pulling out the grenade, he looked at the green, hand-held, item, unsure of how to really use it, just going on movies he's seen. If he was lucky, this wouldn't put a scratch on the door and every zombie would be shredded. Closing his eyes, he pulled the pin, hung over the overhang, chucking it down into the driveway as it pegged one of the shamblers, rolling into what was the near empty cage of it's ribs, lodging inside. It groaned, almost curious to what happened, but that didn't last long when a few seconds later, the grenade exploded, smoke and shrapnel, bones and guts, erupting out of the driveway
as the stallion covered his ears and huddled on the overhang. The bunker shook for just a second, the explosion echoing into the empty fields around them. Shaking alittle, adrenaline flowing, the stallion slowly sat up out of the snow pile he was hiding in, crawling over to the doorway and looked over the overhang where he threw the grenade, seeing body parts and organs splattered all over the doorway. His breakfast slowly started to come up, but he held it down and coughed, sighing as he had finished his job. All that was left was cleanup duty...but just as he started to stand up, the ground started to shake. Max turned, moments too late when he realized the muscled monster he saw earlier had shown back and was barreling at him, unhindered by the snow, coming up the mound the stallion was standing atop of. He took a step back, realizing he was on the edge and started to fall when the creature smacked him with the tree trunks that were his arms, launching the big stallion twenty feet away into a snow pile. The horse heard something crack when he landed, thinking he might've broken a rib, his breathing starting to hurt when he sat up, seeing that beast roar into the cold air, jumping down and charging again. Just as he was about to hit, the horse rolled out of the way, grabbing his shotgun and bringing it up into the glaring and dead eyes of this abomination, this tank-like creature of the undead. The first shot rang out, tearing away at the flesh of the creature. The next shot tore out one of the monsters eyes, the monster gurgling and growling from what use to be his mouth, but was lacking a lower jaw. From this close, the horse could tell it use to be some sort of canine, but he had never seen a canine that was ever this size and would put the stallion to shame. The third slug landed square in the tanks throat, tearing out the backside and exposing a hole through his body. Maxon managed to stand up as the creature reared back in some sort of pain or shock from losing part of it's face, it's vision hindered. Takign this moment of weakness, Max rushed forward, jabbing that shotgun straight up into his mouth, angling towards the brain and started to unload, firing shot after shot after shot as he destroyed the inner organ. As he neared his last rounds, the head exploded, blood shooting out of a large hole where a slug burst through, the creature finally going silent. The only sound heard was the huff and puff of the stallion, blood splattered across his head and back, gripping the shotgun till his fingers hurt. Suddenly the big canine monster fell forward, landing atop the horse as he yelled out in pain. If he hadn't broken a rib before, it certainly was now. His vision started to blur, the weight of the huge creature so heavy on his body, pain overtaking him as he was on the verge of passing out. With the last of his strength, he managed to grip into the frozen
ground, pulling himself out from under that beast, panting as he just layed there, staring at the huge creature he just managed to take down. He left his shotgun underneath and pulled out his pistol, looking over the snowy field to see if any other shamblers were about, but this battle was done and the stallion had won. He'd burn the corpses later, but he didn't give two shits about that now. He lugged his wet and hurting body into the DECON room, turning on the shower and slumping down against the wall, letting the water run down his body as he just closed his eyes and rested. He ached and hurt, but the warmth slowly calmed him down, resting his eyes as he hoped he never had to fight one of those creatures again. The next time, he might not survive.