Aftermath [in work]

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

"Hurry, get in!" Paul barked, holding the door open for the rest of his squad, and then some survivors. The three Hounds stood on all fours, facing Paul. Paul returned back the stares, slowly shaking. On each Hound, two red circles opened up. Paul couldn't depict most of their features, except their black fur rustling in the wind. Paul shut the door, and said, "Block all the doors off! Cover the windows!"

They had charged into a two-story house placed just outside the park. Outside there were screams of pain while everyone began to barricade the first floor. "We stick to the first floor, if they come through the stairs then we blast them up." Roger ordered the squad, aiming his rifle at the stairs. The rest of the squad awaited by the stairs, waiting for something to charge down.

The only sound Paul heard was the low sobbing of some of the ladies an children. "Shut the fuck up!" Alexander yelled at them. Bill nudged him and said, "Keep your mouth shut or else we'll use you as bait."

"Bill you're not tough. I suggest you stop acting like you are before-"

Glass shattered from upstairs. Loud footsteps boomed upstairs as well, nearly silenting everyone. The wooden floor creaked with the footsteps.

One women was still weeping. Alexander turned around and growled, "Shut the fuck up now!" The window next to him shattered, and a giant black figure pounced at him. Bill stumbled backwards, and gasped. The Hound began swinging its claws at Alexander's face, slicing through his flesh.

"Get the fuck off!" Mick roared, approaching it and aiming his rifle down at it's furry back. The other Hound from upstairs had already creeped down the stairs, and it only took a second to pounce on Mick. Their blood began mixing together, as it sprayed to the floor.

"We have to go!" Bill shouted, scrambling to his feet.

"All the doors are blocked!" Paul pointed out. Roger ran to a nearby window, and slammed the butt of his rifle against it. "Everyone climb out!" Roger ordered, climbing out the window himself.

Paul watched in disbelief. Then he turned to the remaining survivors, and saw them shakily run towards the window. He turned to the Hounds and saw that they were almost done feasting on Mick's and Roger's face.

"Come on!" Bill shook Paul, "We have to fucking go now!"

Paul shook his head and said, "I'll make sure everyone leaves this room. Then i'll go last. Now everyone, hurry up and move!"

The two Hounds looked up at Paul and growled. Their black and bloody noses sniffed the air for Paul. Their snouts were long, and their ears longer. The two giant wolves wagged their tails slowly at their new meal.

Paul raised his rifle, and pulled the trigger. He sprayed the fire for each of the Hounds to take it. They growled at the bullets, but ignored most of it. Paul let go of the trigger after seeing no effect. One of them jumped out the already broken window, and ran off. The other Hound slowly walked towards Paul. Paul looked over his shoulder, and saw only three survivors left, preparing to jump through the window.

When he turned around, the Hound had already pounced at him. The moment they hit the floor, it immediately raised up its left paw and slashed down. The claws sliced across his left cheek, and he groaned in the pain. Still in his hand was his assault rifle. He struggled to hold it up, with the weight of a giant Hound on him. It raised its claw again, and slashed down. Paul managed to move his head out of the way, causing the Hound's claw to get stuck in the wooden floor.

Paul managed to aim his rifle to the Hound's stomach, and emptied the clip.

Blood dripped on Paul's chest, but the Hound was still breathing. It growled, and kept trying to pull its claw out of the floor. "Come on, just get off!" Paul wheezed, trying to push the Hound off. Blood was dripping down Paul's face. The Hound got closer, and began to lick the blood. That moment, Paul remembers the knife in its satchel. He reached for the knife, and gripped into its handle.

The Hound finally pulled out its claw, and slammed its paw Paul's chest. It's claws dug deep into his chest, and then raised the other paw. As Paul pulled out the knife to stab the Hound, it slashed its claws at his throat. Paul slammed the knife into its left eye, just as the claw gashed at his throat. In the rage of his slow-death, he began to stab the Hound repeatedly.

Blood was gushing out his throat, and his breaths were wheezing slowly. His vision was becoming blurry, and his whole body began to tremble.

A loud boom ringed in his ears. The Hound's right side of its face blew off, the blood spattering on Paul's face. Bill and Roger ran to his side, and looked down at him. Paul rested his head back slowly, to see Michael standing behind him, with a smoking shotgun in his hands. "Come on, let's get him back to the truck before the other two Hounds get us."