Chapter Twelve En Fin
Jack found himself a few miles up the mountain before a loud screech alarmed him. He turned to search for a sound that startled him. That's when this huge winged creature appeared overhead behind him. It's like everything moved in slow motion, afterward. When, he turned to face that sound. A blinding white light from somewhere in the skies stops him. He found himself staring directly at a gargoyle with sand colored skin and blood filled eyes. He could see its filled with hate and death. He felt at the time that his neck is in a noose. They were completely round in the center except for both edges which were slanted. Its covered in muscles but he had no idea what to call it other than a gargoyle like creature. It could have been a fallen angel that God Cursed since it fell from Heaven! He sees its veins turn black right in front of his face like its a warning. Which ran throughout its body from head to toe. Dark, thick, colored blood dried nails one inch long. Massive full size bat like wings that blend in with the desert sand and open one on each side. It must have at one time been the Desert. It opened them he couldn't see where the Desert started or ended. It opened its mouth, exposed several teeth with 2 ro ws 1 inside and 1 behind like a great white shark. Its teeth looked like they were sharp, long and bone breaking. It reached forward awfully quick, grabbed him with both claws, and started to slam Jack into the mountainside like a dirty rag over and over a gain. Its long but stocky fingers 3 times bigger than any human man. Wrapped themselves around his head. It squeezed his body until his eyes look like they we're about to burst. It held him so tight he could barely think. Blood started to drip down from his nose, ears, eyes, and mouth. But he wasn't ready to give up yet. He lowered his right hand, unbuckled his sheath. He slid out a knife rather slow. With what strength and instincts he had left he tries to defend himself. Except, he dropped it on the ground after the creature applied so much pressure. His chest cavity finally gave in and collapsed. It continued to squeeze his head until blood poured down from his mouth, ears, eyes, and nose like a running faucet. It screeched so loud that his eardrums burst. It's like the beast knew it won when it released a loud screech! It applied more pressure after it used its claws. His eyes finally burst from the sockets. Finally, it allowed his lifeless body to fall to the ground. When he tried to talk it stepped down on his mouth. It crushed it in the process with a direct slam from its massive weight.
It raised his lifeless body 1 more time into the skies. It screeches like a gladiator after his victory in the arena. That winged beast drops his lifeless body on the mountainside. It rolled all the way down to the bottom. It stared down at the village from a mile up the mountain. It must have known that another enemy waited to kill! Captain Longfellow knew it would come for him eventually.
Explosions on the ground annoy the creature everytime it heard a blast. It turned to face the Village with its massive wings on its back. This time it stepped down on an exposed skull before it started downward. It opened its wings like a giant sand colored desert bat. It sta rted flapping both wings while rising from the dust into the sky. It flew down into the Village in search of a remaining scent of a soldier that it wanted. It wanted to kill because it found his smell his scent in that room.
Zombies continued to walk out of the semi dark. Others crawl up through the village ground like passageways that led into the ground. Like gophers they popped up through the ground in search of nuts. They climbed up one after through the ground in the dark from a hole in the Earth in search of something to eat.
William continued to kill zombies. He used both a bow and arrows besides sticks of dynamite that he found in a cellar underneath a Church. Mike waited in the house he used a bow and arrow to kill zombies that looked to him to be their next meal. Really he waited for that creature. He knew today would be that day the day that he would see it face to face and maybe die! He wore a smile on his face when that thought ran across. It told him that neither one would escape what waited. I guess that part is true Big Guy in the Sky. What the Good Lord Giveth! The Good Lord Taketh away! All of a sudden he sees a child zombie walking toward him. At first he started to laugh because its 8 maybe 9 years old. A small child with dark colored eyes with black or a dark burgundy from the looks of them. But he couldn't do too much harm he thought. He could barely see straight from what they've done to him. His eyes were covered in blood. He walked around like he's blind. He had to touch his way to his next destination. His clothes look like they were made of a potato canvas bag. A white or beige colored shirt with no buttons or sleeves. His eyes and hair were pitch black the closer, he got he could see him better. After I got a better look at him. I remember I decided I better kill him. I aimed for his heart and released an arrow then two. At first he stumbled forward a few feet before he finally fell to the ground 25 feet from my window.
Within minutes the creature reappeared this time. It carried something in its claws. He watched it rip an arm off a body that lied on the ground outside communications. It started to taunt him from 35 to 45 feet away with screeches and claw gestures. A beast that resembled a sand colored gargoyle 250 to 350 pounds of solid muscle, large facial features, and rubbery looking bat like wings. One more screech! It threw a zombie in through the kitchen window. It had no head on its shoulder. He realizes its Jack's body that they we're ripping apart. It ripped off another arm that's when a flock of zombies crawled forward to eat what fell. It stared directly into the home through the kitchen window for minutes at a time, like it waited for an invitation. Mike realized the creature is upset because its young. He raises his bow and arrow. This is for Jack he yelled before taking aim for the creature's head and face area. He releases it in the creature's direction in hope that, he hit it somewhere mortal which would wound the beast!
It tried to stop the arrow but it entered in through its left arm, instead. It became agitated if nothing else that's when another zombie flew in through the kitchen window at Captain Michael Longfellow. It stepped toward the house one step after another. It smashed its fists and massive claws into the surrounding window frame in an attempt to weaken the structure to the home so it could allow armies of zombies inside. The home began to crumble to pieces, brick by brick, pebble by pebble, walls started to come down. It's motioning its body, lifting its arms and screeching at the skies. Mike released another arrow which flew directly into the beast chest. He felt he missed its heart by an inch if not 2 unaware if it even had one. It ripped it out of its body. Reached back inside to grab him by his head. It's bleeding its trickling down its torso right underneath its nipple. It reached inside again, this time, missing his entire body. Instead, it received another arrow this time it its stomach. The Captain rushed toward the bomb after he assumed it couldn't be stopped by human means whatsoever!
William continued to release every arrow that he had attached to a stick of dynamite. When he ran out of dynamite, he left 15 to 25 holes in the Earth filled with zombie parts or that of zombies, themselves. William realized they were climbing up alongside Church walls. They were searching for a way to the top where, he waited. He continued to drop sticks of dynamite on the ground everytime, they got close. Whenever they needed to regroup. He found himself alone staring out over a Village that belongs in a Marescape! But he waited for zombies to get closer before he stopped. All of a sudden an idea came to mind. He lifted his knife he sliced his arm open just enough to allow a trickle of blood to drip down on the ground. Zombies smell his blood and start climbing up both exterior walls in Church by ripping hand sized holes in the wood to pull themselves up toward the steeple like an army of worker ants building a mound of sand.
This time he slipped 5 pieces of dynamite into different pockets and listened to groans that continued to annoy him. He lifted his automatic weapon. He shot a zombie in the head to close to him. He shot another zombie directly in the face his head split right down the middle. Its brains poured out on the ground, afterward. It fell off the wall like a chunk of ice that clings to a glacier! He lit another joint he dropped his automatic weapon over a 3 foot fence like wall