Dead of Winter Collection by Benjamin Knox

Author:Benjamin Knox [Knox, Benjamin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-05T23:00:00+00:00

*

The warm firelight of the burning corpse and the sinister glow of the aurora shining off the snow outside clash, setting a harsh contrast. There is no time to catch our breath as a second snowmobile roars into view making a beeline towards the hole that now gapes in our defences.

I drop to one knee and sling my rifle around from my back. I have only a few seconds before that snowmobile is inside. I aim, breath out long and slow, and fire.

Three bullets left.

I hit my mark and the rider's head snaps back violently causing the snowmobile to veer slightly at the last moment and hit the wall rather than the open window. The impact shakes the lodge. A crack appearing in the thick wooden wall. The two undead on the vehicle probably aren't destroyed, but they won't be an immediate threat.

“Argh! Get off me!” Erik shouts from the barricaded entrance on the other side of the lobby. Withered arms strain between the boards across the windows snatching and clawing at him. He fights to break free using the blade of his spear to sever fingers. Yet he is too close to use the weapon with any ease.

Herryk attacks the arms with a sharpened shovel, using the weight to break bones and hack away whole hands. A few swings from the scrawny man and Erik is free.

“Shit, that was a close one–”

A snowmobile crashes through the narrow window at full speed ramming into Erik and crushing him beneath its weight. The force of impact sends Herryk reeling back and to the ground, scrambling to move away.

Erik is screaming from under the snowmobile, blood spilling from his lips.

The snowmobile has two riders; the rear one gets off and strides towards the prone Herryk, while the other pulls a wicked cheek-splitting grin at Erik below him before revving the engine. The motor growls as the treads spin and grind. A hot spray erupts from the rear of the vehicle as the treads tear away at Erik's flesh.

Erik screams as his blood sprays everywhere, steaming in the cold air.

My rifle is up and ready to fire again. The previous cartridge still bouncing across the floor catching the eerie green and hellish orange light. I aim for the rider's head – the shot should incapacitate it long enough to close the distance – but there is little point. Erik has stopped screaming. His body torn apart below the sternum, only a slick pool of blood and rent organs remain.

The snowmobile has dug through him and is beginning to move and slide through the torrent of gore.

A molotov bathes the rider’s vehicle and Erik's body in cleansing fire. The rippling light throwing shadows dancing everywhere, as though they're excited by the carnage before them.

Herryk throws the molotov, having used his shovel to cripple the dead that had come for him.

I have to give the man credit.

Looking at him you'd never believe he was capable of such effective violence. For all his drinking and cynicism Herryk means business.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.