My Nuclear Paradise

Creatures

I wandered through the night, looking for the Bunker's spotlight. Suddenly, I heard screeches and shouts coming from in front of me. What was down there? I crested the top of the sand dune I'd been climbing and got out my electric torch (flashlight for Americans).

Looking over the ridge, I saw a scuffle going on below. It looked like there were about five figures and another three bodies scattered around the area. I took my pack off my pack and put it on the ground. Then, I sat down on it and used it to slide down the bank, towards the fight. I still had my shotgun in my arms, so I used my legs to steer. It wasn't the most comfortable, or safe ride. But, I got down the bottom faster than any other way, and that is what I'd wanted.

About five metres from the bottom, I jumped off the pack, and rolled as I hit the ground. As I jumped to my feet, I surveyed the situation. It didn't look good. There was a man on one side, fighting against three creatures. At a rough glance, they looked like humans. But, I knew from the way they lashed out with their arms, and threw themselves towards the person, that they were actually demonites. Demonites were creatures that were once human, but had essentially become zombies. They were always dangerous, but especially in a pack, like now.

However, it looked like the man was holding his own. I watched as one of the demonites lunge forward, arms outstretched, only to be smacked away by the man's bat. However, it wasn't a lethal blow. Only a strike that destroyed the correct parts of their brain would kill them.