End of Days: The Hunted

Chapter 7

Matt was startled as Tom shook him and Mary to consciousness. "Come on." Tom whispered, "There is something out there. We need to get moving."

"Okay." said Mary getting up and grabbing her stuff, "Go wake up the others."

Tom left their tent and went to the others as clouds blocked out the moon and a heavy rain came down. They all grabbed their things and started loading up the cars. Suddenly a flash of lightning swept across the sky. "Hurry up! We need to get out of here." Tom called over the patting of the rain.

Another flash clashed through the air, except this time it wasn't the lightning. "Duck!" Luke screamed as trees were suddenly filled with holes.

"It's gunfire!" Matt cried as he crawled toward the cars.

Luke and Rebecca ducked alongside Tim and Rachel pulling them to some cover behind the cars.

Matt called to them, "Hold on! I'm going to try something."

"No!" Mary cried but he was gone already.

He ran and ran as he tried to get through the thick forest. Rain smacked his shoulders and face as he raced over bushes and tree veins. He had to do something so he did what he could: guerrilla style combat. Gunfire swept through the forest leaving a clear vantage point of where it came from. It seemed to be one man. He stopped and knelt behind a fallen tree. The man was firing what looked to be a M-16. He couldn't make out what the man was wearing, but it seemed the man was a shadow.

The shadow man bent down to reload his gun and Matt saw his chance. He sprinted toward the shadow man and grabbed him from behind. Without even flinching, Matt grabbed the man by head and twisted his neck. He watched as the shadow man fell to the ground. Then something knocked him down.

He turned around on his back and stared at another shadow man. The man grabbed Matt by his throat and lifted him. His armor now fully revealed from the constant lightning flashing across the sky. The hands, ebony black gloves laced with a type of jet black metallic material. The chest plate made of the same material with a red skull emblem across the heart. Two holsters carrying giant pistols he had never seen before. It seemed a cross between a Desert Eagle and a Colt Revolver. Thick metal boots with sharp edges perfect for cutting fallen enemies. And the most fearsome part of the whole body of armor. The head: cross between a combat helmet and gas mask. The black mask resembling a skull with deadly eyes that glow red.