Windigo Soul by Robert Brumm

Author:Robert Brumm
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Science Fiction, General, Fiction
ISBN: 1497358604
Publisher: DeadPixel Publications
Published: 2012-07-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Hank jumped when he heard the grenade go off. It seemed way too close. He’d sworn they’d run farther from the road than that. He turned around and looked at John, crouching beside a tree thirty feet away. His son-in-law gave him what he thought was supposed to be a quick and reassuring nod, but it didn’t make Hank feel much better. John raised his rifle and pointed in the direction where they’d come from.

Shouting in the distance. A cry of pain and confusion.

Hank took a deep breath and relaxed his grip on the grenade he’d been clutching in his right hand. He was holding it so tight his forearm was starting to cramp up. Panic seized him as he suddenly forgot John’s instructions. Completely forgot the quick plan he’d hatched as John positioned him by a fallen tree and had him spread the grenades out on the forest floor beside him. He stared at the small explosive in his hand and again tried to control his rapid breathing. Pull the pin, John had said. The fuse won’t arm until you throw it and the safety lever is released.

Movement ahead in the trees. Hank peered just over the top of the massive tree trunk in front of him, but still felt vulnerable. He made out the silhouette of a soldier and then another behind him. Hank glanced at John again, still as a statue. He continued to crouch behind the tree and stare down the sights of his rifle.

Hank made out eight of them now. They moved at a moderate pace, rifles at the ready, slightly bent over while they scanned the forest. Hank had his eye on the man in front, the first to go down according to John’s plan. He looked young and scared, probably no older than twenty. He glanced down at the trail John had left for them – dragging his feet through the damp leaves to leave an obvious trail. Right into an ambush.

John seemed confident enough, but Hank didn’t like the odds one bit. They were close now. Hank froze, the top of his head exposed over his fallen tree hiding place. He stared at the point man, sure that if Hank moved the slightest bit he would be spotted. What in the world was John waiting for?

Hank locked eyes with the kid and they stared at each other for what felt like minutes. The soldier stopped and raised his hand to signal the others. He opened his mouth and before a word could pass his lips, his head from the eyebrows up simply disappeared as the crack from John’s rifle echoed through the woods. The young soldier on point was dead before he hit the ground.

The forest erupted in a violent symphony of gunfire as the rest of the squad opened up with their rifles and scrambled for cover. Behind Hank came the steady and methodical CACK, CACK, CACK from John’s rifle as he picked his targets.

A round hit the tree trunk just inches from Hank’s face, spraying him with dust and wood fragments.

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