The Protectors

The Protectors 9

I awoke in a cold sweat, remembering back to the day my father died. Nausea churned in the pit of my stomach as I pulled off the thick blanket that was covering me. I was too tired to care what my bedroom looked like the night before, but as the light shone through the rafters to illuminate the room, I stood intrigued. All four of the sold stone walls were stacked with weapons that had been seemingly lost over the years. Desert Eagles and Uzi's made up a bulk of the weaponry, but there were also hunting rifles and other arrays of guns. Stacked up against the walls was ammo for the weapons. I went over and picked up an AK-47 bullet and was surprised by its weight and color. The two inch bullet weighed much less what it should, and was silver colored with a blue tinge to it.

"It's a palladium bullet; more effective than the silver ones." Arden said to me from the open doorway.

"You mean to say that these are used to kill the wolves?"

"Yes, we have amassed to quite a collection in the recent years." He paused and turned toward the spiral staircase that led to the ground.

"We like to call the beasts' garoul's; it's an old French name for them." His fading voice said.

I frowned as the word 'garoul' rolled off my tongue.

"I'll call them whatever I want." I whispered. Before long my gaze turned back to the guns. Two in particular caught my eyes; a Colt .40 cal. and a sawed off double barrel shotgun that had a handle on the pump. I examined them both but only put the completely black pistol in a holster and then on my belt.

"What idiot would want a sawed off shotgun? That's zombie material." I chuckled to myself. After loading up my pistol clip with the bullets, I grabbed a few more of them and put them in a backpack that I found under the bed. Finally I slung the pack over one shoulder and headed down the stairs to get a bite to eat. Saber was there sitting at a beat up yellow cafeteria table laughing with about five people. She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her before. After we kissed at the face of the mountain my feelings for her had changed. I almost felt love in my heart again, but I couldn't let her get to me if I was to do what was needed. By the first snowfall everyone in the fort would be dead or running from my fury.