Apocalypse Law by John Grit

Author:John Grit [Grit, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-03-21T04:00:00+00:00

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Brian slept peacefully. The book about home remedies was open on his chest. He left the wounded leg uncovered because it felt hot. The towel under his wound was soaked through, staining the sheet under it. From the knee down, his leg felt numb, and the room smelled of something for which he had no comparison.

Many times he had thought there was nothing left to live for, he had no future. His father insisted he did, but he still saw little to live for and had wished himself dead several times. This morning he dozed off worrying about his father. What if he did die? His father would be alone in all this.

He dreamed he heard voices. Something, he did not know what, woke him. Opening his eyes, he looked around the dark room. Little afternoon sunlight found its way in through the shutters. The backdoor! He reached for the shotgun. The hammering told him it was not his father. All drowsiness vanished as his heart pounded. He thought he would never get enough air, his chest heaved.

Someone pounded on the shutter covering his bedroom window. It was an ax. Twice, the blade came through. Someone drove it through again and turned it in the wood, splintering a piece off.

Brian aimed the shotgun and waited. His heart beat against his chest.

The ax cut through again and a larger piece was levered away. Again, it drove through and was twisted. This time the handle broke, leaving the blade in the wood. Pounding came from the other end of the house.

There had been voices, but Brian could not hear what was said. Now he heard someone cussing. “You broke the handle. Idiot!”

“I’ll get it open, Chuck. Just keep watch in case someone shows up before I get in.”

“Just remember there’s a chance they left the kids inside.”

Brian saw a hand reach in and grope for the latch. He fired and the hand was removed at the wrist.

All hell broke loose. Bullets started coming through the shutter, splintering it further. Screaming and gunfire filled Brian’s ears.

Brian slid himself to the foot of the bed to take refuge behind the steel plate Nate put up. His leg was on fire again, but he hardly noticed. He jacked another round in the chamber and cowered behind the steel, wood splinters flying, some landing on his bed.

Screaming was all Brian heard above the ringing in his ears when the shooting stopped. Then the pounding on the front and back door started again. How many are there? Terror shook him to the bone. He knew now he wanted to live. How stupid was he to think of just giving his life away! No. He will fight for his life and never again think of giving up.

He fired through the open window and worked the slide, then rolled off onto the floor. A jolt of fire raced up his leg, and he fought back an urge to throw up. Another torrent of bullets came crashing into the room.

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