Part 11 of The Zombie Wars
I remember now what it was like to walk back through the tunnel and into the bunker. Wolf was an amazing friend. The last thing he said to me before he died was, " sometimes the friends that are the best, are the ones we've known the least. " It was funny, but he felt like his life was worth less because he lived in dog years. His life was a flash in the pan compared to a normal humans life, and the Dogs know that. I think that is why they are such noble and honest leaders now, all these years later.
Now, where was I? Oh yes..I forget these things sometimes now.
So anyway, I don't remember talking to that Indian god etchy or Ehecatl, or whatever it was, ever again after I entered the cave at Mount Fire.
Cave, bunker, whatever.
There were dead bodies piled two or three deep in some of the storage rooms. Whatever it was they had been doing, it had cost them dearly. Wolf went first. His shotgun wasn't some sissy pump thing, it was a drum fed 12 gauge that fired automatically. I had never seen anything like it. I remember feeling like I was starting to get tired. My arms were heavy. I only carried my long knife.
His flashlight bobbed and weaved in the tunnel which had been carved through solid rock. Eventually the tunnel gave way to a steel door and a control room. Then the storage rooms. Strewn among the dead bodies were piles of wires and sheet metal ripped from, what I know now were casings of rockets and nuclear bombs. These crazy cult people had ripped the warheads out of about fifty nuclear missiles and artillery shells, depleted uranium thingies, poison gases whatsamahoozits and strapped them all on a giant fucking Minute Man missile headed for the Chicom base! They weren't smart enough to realize all the radiation would kill them but they were smart enough to launch that rocket.
But I get a head of myself...
I didn't know it, but the last few thousand Chinese soldiers were all massed together and running for their lives. They were being pursued by about five thousand rag tag American survivors, and they wielded anything from guns and axes, to clubs, lawn mowers and flaming cannons. The last few hundred zombies were just being swept along in front of them two....armies, meanings the Chinks and the Rednecks. So you had three bands of conflict who just happened to be heading towards Mount Fire, where me and Wolf were trying to find and kill The Preacher, 'cept we didn't know about any of that, beings as we was inside the tunnels. That spooked the Tolkien cultist who manned the machine guns and started firing when the Fawleri started to cross the gates leading to the missile base. Some of the cross fire hit the Chinese troops, who turned and started running into the blades and guns of the Americans. Then there were four groups fighting, not counting me and Wolf.
Wolf kicked open the door and there was The Preacher and the boy.
His skin was peeling away from his one arm and the book he held was sort of fused into his hand. The holes where his eyes had been half glowed with the radioactive puss that filled them. He shrieked,
Thou Shalt Not Pass!!!"
But we passed into the room alright. Wolf lowered his shotgun. He whined and damned if his tail didn't wag.
" The Preacher said you cannot pass! " the diseased boy shouted.
He didn't look as bad as those outside by the gate, but the sickness boiled off him in waves of hot musk. His breath smelled like copper and vitamins because blood was running down his mouth. I actually managed a laugh; at once it all seemed so silly. Here was a so called holy man, a preacher in what had become a post apocalypse madhouse, using the fucking Lord Of The Rings as A Bible, making a doomsday machine. A large number of people appeared from behind the missile. They carried amulets and clubs. They shuffled and their teeth fell out as they walked because the radiation sickness was so strong. The Preacher shook his book and the rocket began to hiss behind him. " You're too late! Too Late! Frodo doesn't come to mountain of fire in this story! I bring to fire to you! Hahahahaha! "
I remember Wolf began to fire his shotgun, and bodies slammed back as the heavy slugs tore through them. Then they began to stack around us, oozing gore and brains and shit so thick my shoes splooched as I stepped towards The Preacher and the boy.
" The story is over. " I said.
I went to them, with the knife. I never saw that damned Squirrel God, but I'm sure he was there. I didn't see Wolf get burned, but the missile launched as I slashed them. The fire knocked me over and I hit my head...
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The Battle of Five Armies Part 1
Now, where was I? Oh yes..I forget these things sometimes now.
So anyway, I don't remember talking to that Indian god etchy or Ehecatl, or whatever it was, ever again after I entered the cave at Mount Fire.
Cave, bunker, whatever.
There were dead bodies piled two or three deep in some of the storage rooms. Whatever it was they had been doing, it had cost them dearly. Wolf went first. His shotgun wasn't some sissy pump thing, it was a drum fed 12 gauge that fired automatically. I had never seen anything like it. I remember feeling like I was starting to get tired. My arms were heavy. I only carried my long knife.
His flashlight bobbed and weaved in the tunnel which had been carved through solid rock. Eventually the tunnel gave way to a steel door and a control room. Then the storage rooms. Strewn among the dead bodies were piles of wires and sheet metal ripped from, what I know now were casings of rockets and nuclear bombs. These crazy cult people had ripped the warheads out of about fifty nuclear missiles and artillery shells, depleted uranium thingies, poison gases whatsamahoozits and strapped them all on a giant fucking Minute Man missile headed for the Chicom base! They weren't smart enough to realize all the radiation would kill them but they were smart enough to launch that rocket.
But I get a head of myself...
I didn't know it, but the last few thousand Chinese soldiers were all massed together and running for their lives. They were being pursued by about five thousand rag tag American survivors, and they wielded anything from guns and axes, to clubs, lawn mowers and flaming cannons. The last few hundred zombies were just being swept along in front of them two....armies, meanings the Chinks and the Rednecks. So you had three bands of conflict who just happened to be heading towards Mount Fire, where me and Wolf were trying to find and kill The Preacher, 'cept we didn't know about any of that, beings as we was inside the tunnels. That spooked the Tolkien cultist who manned the machine guns and started firing when the Fawleri started to cross the gates leading to the missile base. Some of the cross fire hit the Chinese troops, who turned and started running into the blades and guns of the Americans. Then there were four groups fighting, not counting me and Wolf.
Wolf kicked open the door and there was The Preacher and the boy.
His skin was peeling away from his one arm and the book he held was sort of fused into his hand. The holes where his eyes had been half glowed with the radioactive puss that filled them. He shrieked,
Thou Shalt Not Pass!!!"
But we passed into the room alright. Wolf lowered his shotgun. He whined and damned if his tail didn't wag.
" The Preacher said you cannot pass! " the diseased boy shouted.
He didn't look as bad as those outside by the gate, but the sickness boiled off him in waves of hot musk. His breath smelled like copper and vitamins because blood was running down his mouth. I actually managed a laugh; at once it all seemed so silly. Here was a so called holy man, a preacher in what had become a post apocalypse madhouse, using the fucking Lord Of The Rings as A Bible, making a doomsday machine. A large number of people appeared from behind the missile. They carried amulets and clubs. They shuffled and their teeth fell out as they walked because the radiation sickness was so strong. The Preacher shook his book and the rocket began to hiss behind him. " You're too late! Too Late! Frodo doesn't come to mountain of fire in this story! I bring to fire to you! Hahahahaha! "
I remember Wolf began to fire his shotgun, and bodies slammed back as the heavy slugs tore through them. Then they began to stack around us, oozing gore and brains and shit so thick my shoes splooched as I stepped towards The Preacher and the boy.
" The story is over. " I said.
I went to them, with the knife. I never saw that damned Squirrel God, but I'm sure he was there. I didn't see Wolf get burned, but the missile launched as I slashed them. The fire knocked me over and I hit my head...
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NEXT?
Finish