Returning to the present, Andy was stroking Red's dog tag with his thumb as he slowly walked down the tunnels with a blank stare. He and the others went to a dark tunnel and stood in front of it for a moment. Doyle pushed up a lever that was supposed to be a light-switch built just beside the mouth of the tunnel. Light filled the whole tunnel, revealing all the firearms and other types of weapons they found and collected outside. "Holy shit." Carlos said in astonishment. Doyle patted Carlos at the back "All right, lad. Pick yer poison." he said. Carlos chose the AR-57 while Doyle and Ellen went with their weapon of choice, the Uzi and the pump-action shotgun. Basco grabbed a longbow and a quiver full of arrows and attached it on his belt. "Going quiet this time, huh?" said Carlos. "Sure." replied Basco "Bastards won't know what hit 'em."
"Are ye goin', Andy?" asked Doyle. "Nah. I think I'll just rest in here for awhile." said Andy. "Good. 'Cause you really need it." said Basco as he walked out of the tunnel followed by his trusty, loyal dog. Carlos, Doyle, and Ellen then proceeded to follow Basco back to the shed. Back to the hellish outside world.
The floorboards were slowly lifted up. Basco's eyes carefully peeked out to see if the inside and outside of the shed is empty. The coast is clear, Basco removed the floorboard on the tunnel's entryway and stepped out of the tunnel, followed by Dugo, Ellen, Carlos, and Doyle. Basco covered the tunnel entrance and they all stepped out of the shed. "You guys go on ahead and buy some stuff. Dugo and I are gonna search for more survivors." ordered Basco. "Right." said Ellen. "Lets go, boys." she said to Doyle and Carlos. They then proceeded to split up.
Andy returned to the tunnel, and began sorting and cleaning his supplies with a clena roll of tissue from his pack.
Basco and Dugo reached on an urban part of the country. There were a lot more destroyed buildings. Which means there were a lot of blind spots. Dugo kept his nose on the ground, sniffing out the scent of danger or something more of value. They heard loud but distant gunshots. The dog picked his head up and growled. Basco shushed him and readied his bow and arrow. A German military vehicle suddenly appeared from where the gunshots were heard, behind it were a dozen of marching soldiers and half-a-dozen women of different culture were walking between them, surrendered and cuffed.
Basco and Dugo quickly hid inside the building. None of the soldiers did not seem to mind patrolling the whole area, they were only focused on bringing the prisoners back to their camp.
The Germans have gone. Basco and Dugo ran to where the Germans came from to investigate. Once they had reached it, they saw numerous piles of bodies. It was a manslaughter. Basco gazed around the area, gazing at the gunned down bodies of the survivors. "It would take almost a day to search this place." he thought. Dugo kept sniffing. He sniffed at the dead bodies. Then he sniffed at the body of the dead Black-American kid. Though not really a kid, but more like a teen that was about to become a young adult. Suddenly he started growling and barked viciously at the body. "Huwag kang maingay! (Stop that noise!)" ordered Basco. But the dog kept barking at the body.
To his surprise, the boy's body moved and stood up in a panic, the boy was actually blending in with the dead bodies. But now he was panicking and was unsure of what to do next. A black man quickly stood up from among the bodies. He had a bald head, a beard, and a fit tone. He looked like a younger, more beefed Uncle Phil.
He pointed his pistol at Basco and he aimed his bow and arrow in return. "Get the fuck away from my boy." exclaimed the black man. Basco and his dog remained steady on their position "We will if you put your gun down." said Basco. The black man did not listen as he was focused on the safety of his son. "Look, we're not here to hurt any of you. But if you shoot me, I'll loose my grip and you'll get hit by this arrow. Then my friend here will go insane and tear your kid to tiny little pieces. And I believe any of us don't want that to happen." he said, reassuring the black man their safety.
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The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Historical FictionInspired by the Christian figures from the Book of Revelations. ******************* The story is set in the not too distant future, a group of survivors from...