The End:Story One
The Final Prelude
By: David K. Montoya
You could see the pain in his eyes, but there was something else you could see--hatred. Even though the Unlucky had only moments left to live, it could not detour himself from his original objective -- Killing us. As I took off across the parking lot, the Unlucky was forced even closer to the front grill, but as I threw a hard left, the creature's body was torn violently from the wooden spear, causing him to be launched from the post.
As it was tossed through the air, it almost appeared as if a dark, tarry rainbow of blood followed him. The beast crashed to the asphalt, ripping away even more of its ruptured belly.I left a wide trail of blood against the black top as loops of blackened intestine were flung about as he continued to roll from the force of the impact.
It finally lay there, dead, in a pool of blood and loose guts. I put the SUV in drive once more and headed straight for the carcass. I hit the creature and as we climbed over it, I could hear the cracking of its bones. I did not look back in my rearview mirror to look at the damage, but just continued on until I was back on the road heading for Richard and the rest of my family.
We made our way a few miles up the road to the old Elm Street Park. It was our half way marker on the way to Richard's, as well a point to stretch our legs and hopefully not have to worry about those damned Unluckys. Since it was completely fenced in, I let Michael and Maria head off to find a fully loaded fruit tree to enjoy a couple of apples and to escape the direct sun light. I reminded them to stay in plain sight of the SUV and made sure Michael still had his revolver with him. As for the lady, I could tell she was still quite shaken, so I left her inside the vehicle to collect her thoughts.
I myself looked over the damage caused by the Unlucky that got in the way of the SUV. I was hoping there wouldn't be any significant damage-- after all if we were to lose our only means of transportation, this whole expedition would come to a crashing halt. No living being could make that journey by foot and live to tell about it, especially when you had to go right through Corpseland. We would never make it out of there alive.
After careful inspection of the vehicle, I was pleased to find that the only damage was cosmetic. The grill was broken and the bumper was slightly dented, but there were no other damages spotted. Afterward, I reinforced the straps that held the spears in place, just in case we would be in need of them again. And then I found myself a nice shady spot under a tree.
I laid there for a bit sipping on my water -- I only wished we could produce ice again-- and began to relax. The wind had picked up gently and brought a little comfort from the dreaded desert heat. I was in the midst of planning our next move, when our mystery woman sat down next to me.
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