Before the world ended, Garin Williams was the best sports Rifleman in the world. He beat Guo Wenjun 10 to 2. He beat the Russian Riflemen Avilov Lukyan Rodionovich 20 to 18. But that's when he got to Alaska, and everything went downhill. A Hacker f...
I spent my time outside the train station to watch the Moon slowly rise. Its relaxing to watch it rise because of the pink dusk slowly moving down. Its refreshing. Avoiding all the broken scrap cars abd papers flying around. I heard a loud crank of a car a couple feet from me... I slowly removed my Rifle, moving in the see the threat. I then quickly aimed at the supposite animalistic figure. It held a car door between its bird-like beek, slowly looking up at me. What the hell is that? I thought. It then drooped the Door, revealing itself in the Moon light.
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It began to slowly move forward. It's loud feet banging on the ground. Everyone else was on the secound floor of the train station, which means I can't scream for help. It screeched, running towards me. I attempted to fire, but it slammed its mighty head into my gun. The Rifle flipped and shook across the concrete. It then reeled it's head back to face me. The bird growled, zooming in and getting a nip of my shoulder. It grabbed on my hoodie, shaking me around and around. Then, it threw me through the cold air into a trash can, knocking me onto the iced sidewalk. No more Mr.Niceguy. I got up, taking out a knife from my wasit holster. The Bird slid its feet on the ground like a bull, getting ready to charge. The Bird screeched, running over. I waited for it to lower it's head as the mighty Raptor raced through the snow. And as it dipped its head, I braced myself to jump onto its back using the Birds long neck. I leaped, getting a grip of its feathers as it slammed into a wall. It tried to swing me off, shaking its body vigorously. I began to slame the knife into the beast back, causing it to gush a waterfall of crimson. It screeched, running into a car. I slammed the knife again, near a lung. The beast kept slamming into things. That's when it slammed into a window of a Apartment, causing me to crash into a apartment complex. I slowly got up, seeing the knife stuck inside the Raptors back. The Bird rose aswell, looking at me once again. The bird attempted to lounge inside the building, but its body was to big. It nipped and bit at me, trying to get a grip of my body.
I moved into a corner, watching the thing slowly get into the building. I had to think of something... And fast. Around the room, was a antique Rifle. A dead body holding it in its hands. I slowly dragged myself towards it,yanking it from the dead guys hands. His corpse made a bunch of clanking noises as it slumped down. I cocked the Winchester like rifle back,aiming. But before I could fire, the Bird got my leg. I screamed, feeling the sharp beek hold my leg in place, slowly crushing it. I fire into its body, then into its head. The Bird screeched one more time, falling limp. I threw the Rifle away from my hands, laying there with the beek still on my leg. I started to remove my leg, feeling the sharp pain of the wound.
It was a bloody mess. Skin contorted. Blood gushing from the wound. Bones taking there mark on my skin. I wanted to scream. But the silence was louder. Beek fragments sticking out of my skin. I tried to stand, limping in silence as I watch the leg rinse with blood. I tried to ignore it. I couldn't. I fell back down again, screaming in pain as I watched a pool of blood form. I got up again, limping out of the apartment complex.
On my way back to the train station, I picked up my Rifle. It was broken. The Barrel had a large crack in the Rim. I slammed the thing on the ground in rage and fear, walking to the train station. When I got to the Secound floor, I limped over to the medic of the settlement. It was a young teenage boy with unkept hair. "W-what happened to your leg?" He asked. I grunted, "No time to explain, just PLEASE patch it." I said, keeping the pressure off of it. "S-sure thing. Follow me into the procedure room." The boy said, walking into the tent he owned. I walked in with him, seeing the huge body desk with the medical supplies. "Sit down please." He ordered. I walked over, sitting down.
