Raining Nitre

The End of Days

          A tall man dressed all in a white except for his black headband and holster pointed towards a haggered old man in a small hut. "Rumor has it that old man has a huge stash of guns hidden somewhere near here."

          "You sure he doesn't look like he could even lift an energy pistol never mind a rifle or shotgun." Asked another similarly dressed man as they jumped off their horses and loudly walked towards the hut.

          The old man heard the noise and sat up quickly heading for the window. He saw the men. The Draken. They were coming to  the rebellions biggest stash of weapons and it was his duty to keep the Draken away. He quietly put on an old straw hat and walked to his door and waited.

          The two men knocked on the door and after a few moments it creaked open slowly. An old man's wrinkled face was could be seen illuminated by a few candles. "How May I help you young men?" He asked.

           "We need to look through your house and any other buildings, we've recently had complaints about this place." The first man said as he forcefully pushed the door all the open.

          The two men stepped inside and started lifting things up and moving things aside. Finding nothing they walked back to the old man. "Do you have any other buildings?" The second man asked.

          "I have a small barn but the roof collapsed ages ago." The old man said pointing out the door to it.

          The first Draken pushed the old man aside and walked to the barn. The walls still standing were a light red color that was  cracking and peeling revealing a dark shade of wood underneath. The roof was smashed in several large pieces scattered throughout the room. Satisfied there was nothing there they walked back to the old man.

          The second Draken stopped and pointed to an oddly shaped pile of shrubbery, "Should we check that out Dean?" He asked.

          "Nice going Willy I didn't see that." The first man said as he patted Willy on the shoulder.

          They walked towards it and kicked it aside. Under the vegetation was a small wooden hatch. Dean grabbed the rusted metal handle and flung it open. They stared silently at the ominous dark hole leading to what they assumed was the weapons cache. Dean began to descend down the hole when he was jerked downward and disappeared from sight. Willy took several steps backward and unholstered his energy pistol. "Dean!" He called down the hole.

          All he heard was a groan and then silence. A black shape appeared quickly out of the hole and flew ten feet into the air. Only when it landed could the man tell the black shape was a human. He didn't realize this long until the man swung his sythe and sliced the man's neck open.

          The attacker wore a black duster and hood with a thin rifle strapped to his back and the large sythe in his hands. He approached the old man and received a small pouch full of bottle caps. He walked away producing a cloud with each step and gnats flew around him as he walked down a sandy deserted road towards his next mission.

          This is my first attempt at a futuristic western I would appreciate comments on how to make this story more interesting and creative. Thanks for reading! :D