Day 100 part 2
The attack happened soon after Fremont arrived. The monsters looked just like people. At first I was excited to see more people alive and joining the rescue party back home. It shocked me when Fremont picked up a rifle and started firing at them. The other guards were in shocked to and tried to stop him thinking he went mad. All the while Fremont yelling that those things are not human anymore and don’t stop firing. There was a large group of them running towards the checkpoint. As they got closer to us you could see what ever made them humans had long gone. The guards holding Fremont noticed this and let him go. Once Fremont and the two guards were clear everyone started firing at the monsters. We kept shooting until a call for ceasefire. 1 of the ghouls still stood. The final attacker was still slowly making its way to us. I got a good look at it and I wish I hadn’t. Its eyes were feverish and wild. There was no blood coming from its many wounds only dark ichor. We watch as it slowly made its way to us. This was indeed a monster from my nightmares made real. Lily picked up the M45 carefully aim for the head and brought it down. The fight was over we had won.
Fremont told us that this was just the first wave and more were on their way. I asked Fremont where my Dad was? He said that Dad was inside the Van that he sent to the mess hall. Dad was holding pressure on a wound Miller received. Fremont excused us to go see him. Lily and I ran the whole way there. Adrenalin still coursing through us. Dad was outside the mess hall and he looked tried. His cloth were covered in dirt and blood. Once he saw us he ran up to meet us. He give us the biggest hug ever. He smelled awful, but at least he was home safe! Lily started to cry and so did I. Dad was back and it seemed like the world was a little safer again. Even though we just fought some new threat Dad was here. There was so many things I wanted to ask him, but they had to wait. Fremont was on the radio saying that every able body was to report to the front gate to start preparing for the next attack. Dad looked tried again. Like he had not rested in months. It was time to prepare for the real battle that was coming.