Bigfoot War: Movie Edition by Brown Eric S

Author:Brown, Eric S. [Brown, Eric S.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2014-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Greg

Greg cowered deeper into the seat of the truck, hoping the monster didn’t see him. Everyone at the gas station was dead. The body of the woman in an expensive looking business suit was smeared over the concrete of the parking lot beside her car. She had died first and fast as the monster came running from the woods behind the place. The attendant, who had been trying to explain to her there wasn’t any power to make the pumps work and she couldn’t get any gas no matter how much she complained until it was restored, died second, as he tried to run from the beast. The top half of his body lay several feet from what remained of the woman. His lower half and legs weren’t in Greg’s field of view. The last to die was the man who Greg figured was the station’s shift manager. He had swung open the station’s door and came out carrying a pump action twelve gauge. The beast spotted him and bounded across the lot towards him. The man got off a single shot before it grabbed the weapon from his hands and took his right arm with it in the process. Screaming, the man died as the beast leaned in and its teeth sunk into his skull with a wet, crunching noise. Greg didn’t know if the man’s single shot had hit the thing or not. If so, the beast showed no sign of being hurt. It stood, with smacking lips, gnawing on the man’s head and face, one bite at a time.

Eventually, Greg told himself, the beast would finish and move on. He knew he wasn’t safe in the truck. His keys were somewhere out there on the ground where he had lost them as he hopped into his current hiding spot when the beast began its streak of carnage. If he had them, he wondered if he would really be brave enough to crank the truck and make a run for it. Greg kept a fully loaded .38 in his glove box. He eased over and retrieved it, checking its chamber. Six rounds stared back at him as he looked inside it. Flipping it shut, his thumb eased back the gun’s hammer and turned to check on the beast as its fist came through the driver’s side window and he ducked for his life. Glass sprayed over him as groping fingers narrowly missed his neck. The beast had closed in while he got the gun. He rolled up into the truck’s seat with his back pressed against the passenger door raising the .38 revolver with both hands at the monster. With a seemingly effortless display of strength and sheer power, it jerked the driver’s door from the truck and flung it into the night. The revolver’s barrel flashed as Greg squeezed the trigger. The bullet drew blood as it smacked into the beast’s chest, but barely enough to speak of. Bending over to get at him, the beast didn’t even seem to notice it’d been shot.

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