Fast Food Furries Book 1

Chapter 5: The Dragon

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Combine

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The train was really schmoovin' now. We were somewhere around ten minutes out from Watchtower, give or take. You were still sulking off in a train car as Mach, Arlo, and I sat in the cab.

"You bring company?" asked Arlo, looking in the rear-view mirror.

"Huh?" asked Mach, leaning out the window to look behind us.

"Shit," he said. "Combine, it's the ERC again."

"Great Mike," I sighed. "Are they catching up?"

"Yep," said Mach, reaching into his back pouch to ready his revolver.

I took a deep breath. "Aaaand... we have to fight them off?"

"Yep," said Mach. "Arlo, stay here and keep the train running."

"Eek," I said. Mach and I stepped through the door into the train cars. The first one was a passenger car, where you had found a seat to curl up in.

You noticed the hurry in our step and sat up. "What's happening?"

"Stay here, Ned," Mach instructed.

We passed you and entered the next car, which was another passenger car. Then there was another, and then another. By the time we made it to the fifth car, which was a mostly empty container platform with a few crates strapped down here and there, we were in a sprint. Now out in the open, we could see the ERC moving alongside the train, ATVs and dirt bikes at full throttle. "I don't have a weapon," I realized.

"Here," said Mach, handing me his revolver.

"What about you?" I asked, taking the gun in my hands.

"There was big-ass mounted machine gun on the back car," Mach explained. "I'll take out as many as I can before they get up here."

"Okay," I said with a nod. With that, Mach took off and I shifted my attention to the vehicles running beside the train. I lifted the gun and lined up one of the drivers—an iguana furry—with the barrel. I winced, anticipating the sound and kickback, then pulled the trigger.

The gun went off, and the bullet flew true. Unfortunately, all the ERC grunts had specialized armour plating, and the bullet bounced right off the driver's helmet, twisting off into the dark recesses of the tunnel.

Another driver pulled out a sidearm and took a shot. I twisted to the side, then ducked behind a crate. Thinking quickly, I reached down and unlatched the strap holding it down, then lifted the crate and tossed it over the railing.

One of the ATVs at the back of the pack slammed into it and was immediately totaled. The same driver from before took another shot and I ducked back down. I raised the gun and aimed at their tire. With a clean shot, the dirt bike went down.

Gunfire erupted from the back of the train. Mach had made it to the mounted machine gun and it sounded like he was tearing into the other grunts. An ATV pulled up next to my platform, and a passenger riding on the back jumped on. I ran up to him, quickly yanking off his helmet and punching him in the face. The driver from the same ATV had readied her gun and was about to take a shot. I held the stolen helmet in front of me, and when she shot, the bullet bounced right off and punctured directly into her ATVs gas tank. The vehicle burst into flames and was quickly left behind.

The revolver held six bullets. I had fired two, meaning I only had four shots left. More vehicles were pulling up to my location, so I grabbed a grappling hook from the belt of the still-stunned soldier and tossed it in such a way that it wrapped around the handlebars of another dirt bike. I gave it a yank, bringing down the bike directly in front of another ATV. Both vehicles exploded and fell behind, brutally yanking the soldier with them. I then turned and ran further towards the back of the train, which was still being vibrated by the steady pulse of the mounted machine gun.