Day Part 4

The attack came at dusk.  In the fading light the ghouls looked like the humans they used to be. Had I not seen these things earlier today, I would have welcomed them into the camp only to be brought to my demise.  How many people had already fallen for that trap?   We didn’t have much time to set up a great defense but had to make due with what we had.  When the first wave of attackers reached the fire line, they didn’t stand a chance.  Everyone was nervous and trigger happy.  Then a second wave came with larger numbers. The first wave looked deceivingly human.  While each wave after looked more ghastly than the last.  They wore skin that barely covered their organs.  Cracked bones protruded like spears. These ones didn’t have speed, but had morbid persistence.  Again these things were hewn down with relentless firepower.  It wasn’t until the later attacks that people started to get hurt. The ghouls just kept coming.  Each group worse than the others. The fire line to the far left of us was the first to fall.  Running out of ammo, they found the ghouls noticed and focused that area.  That is when the heavy weapons came out. Mortars and rockets lit up the forest.  Each explosion sending a concussive wave that rattled my body. I crouched barely breathing inside my foxhole.  I think I tried to scream and my eyesight blackened.  I was in a nightmare I could not wake from.  Then as fast as it started it was over.  There was a few more shots of gunfire what felt like miles away. Then a cheer that the battle was won.   I shifted to find I could not stand, something was pinning me down.  I panicked and started to thrash around only to her Lily’s voice whisper it was going to be okay.  She wouldn’t let anything hurt her little brother.  I relaxed and she got off me.  Again I tried to stand but light-headed I nearly passed out.  I balanced myself and took a look at my surroundings.  Body parts were scattered all around. Small trees cast dimmed shadows around the forest.  The fortifications to the left and right of us began calling for medical help and people rushed in.  I sat back down and started to cry again. Lily hugged me and joined in. We knew it couldn’t be over. Soon, the final attack came.

The charred must have been driving the ghouls to us.  Waiting for us to tend to our wounded to attack. Out from the tree line they emerged.  Barely visible as the onslaught of explosives knocking most of the lights out.  Standing taller than any men, with cracked blackened skin and long jagged claws hands.  They cut down wounded and healer alike, making quick work of them.  The screams broke me out of my shell shocked state. It seemed like this was going to be the end.  There was just too many of them and too many wounded to fight back. My thoughts went to my family and friends.  I had to keep fighting for them.  I knew I would get yelled out later for what I did, but it was the only thing I could think of.  I got out of my foxhole with the only my laser pistol and trench knife to engage the charred in melee.  I don’t have much a of memory of what happened after that, but I woke up in the mess all with Mom and Courtney standing over me tears in their eyes.

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Day 100 Part 3

Dad filled us in on what happened during the rescue mission while we worked building defenses for the camp. The trouble started a few days before they had reached the Gonzales. They came across other survivors. Dad almost hit them with the beast as they ran out of the forest to try and stop him. Both of them were hurt and needed help. Miller was out of the door first  gun drawn. You never know if it is people in need or bandits on the road. It didn’t take Miller long to find out. A small group of those ghouls were close by. Miller open fired on them the instant he saw them and ushered the people inside. From then until they reach the Gonzales location it was skirmish after skirmish with those ghouls. Everyone once in a while a group of the charred would join in the fight. In one of the attacks the radio for the RV was destroyed.

The night they made it to the Gonzales the attacks died down. The Gonzales were all safe in the bunker with other survivors. The reason why the Gonzales did not stayed at this shelter was not because some monster destroyed their van, but something more sinister. A squirrels had chewed through the vans battery cables the frist night there. The same squirrels also chewed up most of the electrical inside the underground bunker some time ago. The Gonzales tried to leave on foot, but were attack by those ghouls forcing them to retreat back to the shelter. This small shelter was stocked with a limited amount of  provision, so time was not on their side. Mr. Gonzales managed to get some of the electrical working. Enough to power the small radio they had with them. Thought the range was limited. He Made contact with Dad before the Rvs radio was destroyed. That was as far as Dad told me before the second wave of ghouls made contact with us at the camp.

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