Despite trying to get back onto a good schedule, life is constantly throwing roadblock in my path. Fortunately, though some may say unfortunately, I’ve never been someone willing to give up. Despite my resolve, sometimes that terrible idea will flow through my mind. However, I’ve never given up, once I’ve set my sights on something. And for October, I was determined to write a Horror and Science Fiction story for my patrons.
So despite the month slipping away from me, I slid behind my tablet and churned out a story featuring my supernatural hunter. After a bit of tinkering with the initial tale, I was happy with the latest installment for this traveling hunter of what goes bump in the night.
With part of his payment in hand, the hunter drags a survivor from a decaying building. Will they escape the monsters…
As the stoic hunter’s shotgun sliced through the dense air, he dragged a frail man through the tight corridors. When they neared an intersection, the hunter released the elderly man’s shirt and peered past the corner. With a grunt, the hunter reached back and clutched the feeble fellow’s clothing, dragging him into the open. “Do you know how we can escape this death trap?”
As a howl ripped through the corridor, the hunter pulled the man closer to him. When the echoes died off, the hairs lining the hunter’s neck bolted up like lightning lancing through the sky.
A curse tumbled past the hunter’s lips as he pushed his charge out of sight and spun about, his weapon tracing through the thick air. Seconds later, he racked the weapon’s pump and retrieved the solid metal slug. He glanced over his shoulder at the rambling fool as the slug bounced in his palm. After a moment’s consideration, he dropped the cartridge into the pouch attached to his belt and withdrew a golden shell with intricate silver filigree. The hunter swallowed a curse while his fingers shoved the specialty round into the gun as a second howl erupted from within the creaky home.
With the weapon ready to fire, he grabbed the man’s shirt and pulled him closer. “Which way is out?”
The frail man uselessly batted at the hunter’s vice like grip as he inched away from the cries. “Let go of me! I don’t want to die!”
“Old fool!” The hunter tugged his unwilling companion through the intersection by the scruff of his neck. “Whatever, you fools woke up, is tearing through this building, destroying everything in its path.”
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