Chapter 36: The beast within.

This was it, within moments all hell would break loose.
None of the people in the battlefield were sure they would come out of this alive.
Their hearts were racing and all of them were oblivious of the fact that no additional support had shown up.
Tom Bradhurst felt betrayed and out of place as a leader, but he realized that this was no time to mope and inspected his new troops, all four of them.
They had the look of four warriors hardend in battle and could come to good use, even if things seemed like all of them would die here tonight.
“…Susan.” He mumbled when he realized that he would not be able to say a last goodbye.
He would die without ever seeing her again.
“Are we going to stand around here while those people are trying to save our town?” One of the men asked, he was the shortest and had two long streaks of furless skin over the back of his head. A big cigar was hiding almost half of his small face. And he kept a firm grip on his semi-automatic assault rifle.
Tom shook his head and seeing these four, strong people in front of him gave him a confidence boost. Which was just the thing he needed right now.
One of them carried a heavy looking gun he recognized as a sniper rifle.
“You, position yourself in the bell tower over there.” He pointed at the tallest building in green thorpe, a large bell that had served as an alarm system for the entire town. It was right next to the town hall and overlooked a large area. It was the perfect spot.
“And you three, come with me. And run, I can hear that the fighting has already started.”


‘Darn it Tom, what’s taking you so long?’ Tony thought to himself.
He looked around at the others. Poor Michelle seemed so scared and her body looked as if it could not take much more. A patch of skin fell off of her and landed on the ground.
Alexander and Louie seemed to be communicating through sign language. He had no idea what they were saying but they seemed concentrated on something apart from their personal hatered. He could not help but notice that his hands were shaking, he had to miss one of his arms and he was still pondering over what Alexander had told him before.
He had never fought the undead, he was skilled with his guns and in hand to hand combat. But there was no way on Carrotus that he was going to practice hand to hand combat against a werewolf, let alone dozens of them.
Several clouds appeared in the sky, but none of them covered the moon yet, what a shame.
Alexander had told him earlyer that a werewolve loses a lot of its strength when the full moon dissapears. He looked at Michelle again, she was giving him a quick wink and a thumbs up.
She did a good job at hiding her nervousity, but it made him feel better and took his mind off of Alexander’s comment.
The ancient werewolf that appeared to be the leader was holding on to the red flag and dozens of werewolves were standing in front of them. A feeling in his gut told him this was only a first attack wave.


Three of the werewolves came running towards the small and very outnumbered group of warriors. It had begun.





Gary Parker lay restless in his bed. He had been haunted by unpleasing dreams of the past.
Of the smell of his mothers hair and the way she used her smile to bring him to silence when he was being a brat. The monster inside of him did not leave him a lot of peace for himself, but he was reminded of who he had been every now and then.
He kicked then covers off of his bed to put them back on five minutes later. He repeated this process for hours. Somewhere out there he had send an army of wolves after a group of people that might pose a threat one day. He dared not to think about how he really felt about all of this. The monster would make him go through terrible pain again.
He had learned to hide his feelings and emotions, but he had a bit more difficulty keeping control of himself on this particulair night. His mother, his friends, these strangers who ment no good human being any harm and tried to save them from the pain and misery that he caused. Why was this happening? His thought got cut short by an excruciating pain that soared through his head. ‘Calm down Gary, we’d best put your soul to sleep now shall we?’
Gary’s eyes lit up for a split second and with a maniacal grimace on his face he let his head sink deep into his pillow before he fell into a deep sleep.


The enemy had invaded their home and they would all die defending it if they had to.
Ten minute men were to handle the guns that they set up earlyer today, but after the first werewolf had shown up, they all ran and hid in the mansion together with they’re family and friends. Hoping that they would all be able to say ‘Good morning.’ To eachother as soon as this was over.
The first of the wolves reached out it’s sharp claw in an attempt to slash through Tony’s neck. His plan fell to pieces when a bullet from Alexander’s gun pierced through it’s hand.
The beast let out a shriek of pain as the first blood of the night was shed.
‘Thanks.’ Tony said softly. He raised his gun to level it with the werewolf’s forehead.
He quickly pulled the trigger to finish the beast. His first kill, that would surely show Alexander that he wasn’t just a rookie that was still wet behind the ears.
He did not have a lot of time to enjoy the satisfaction this moment brought to him.
The werewolves had witnessed one of their brethren being killed by the enemy. The old wolf was covered in pieces of brain and blood and let out a cry. “Kill them all.”


Michelle felt a sense of pride soar through her as she watched her new friend tighten his grip on his pistol. She did not know what was to come of any of them. They were heavily outnumbered and they were not to expect any support from the refugees who were safely hidden away inside the mansion. In all of the chaos and confusion she knew one thing.
Tony had, in a way, already won. He conquered his fear and fired away at the monstrosity’s.
Everything had gone so fast. She had a job, a home and somewhat of a life before she let herself get bitten by Tier. A lonely life, but a life none the less.
A vampire killed her brother and in the confusion and panic that followed, she had made a choice. She would kill the vampire even if it costed her, her life. Which it had, technically.
Michelle could not hate Tier for converting her into one of his own, the undead turtle had given her the gift of immortality. She might have liked it even better if things did not have to be this messy, but still.
A werewolf came storming towards her, drool flung through the air and speckles of slime landed in her fur. The young girl was caught unaware and with one powerful strike, the werewolf had taken off her right arm. She did not feel any pain, for her central nerve system had shut down toghether with her heart. The only emotion she could feel in this moment was hate for the wolf. She had enough to deal with at them moment and the moment of hesitation on the werewolf’s side when it noticed that it was dealing with a zombie was enough for her.
She grabbed the beast by the jaw and crushed it completely with one single movement.
The werewolf sank down to it’s knees in front of her. He wanted to strike her again but was to late as Michelle had grabbed his neck and pulled his head clean off. The terrible sound of the flesh and muscles ripping would have made her stumach very upset. If it were still active.
“There seem to be more benefits to this then the mortality alone.” She told herself while she picked her arm up from the ground and placed it against her joint. The bone and dead tissue regenerated within a matter of seconds.
“Hurry Thomas.” She heard Louie shout from across the battlefield.
He was appearing and dissapearing around the place, strucking a lethal blow with one of his compact scythes. He had a grace and balance unlike any she had ever seen before. He killed a beast and moved on like a shadow to the next one.
Alexander fired away, his body was relaxed. His calculating mind always noticing everything that went on around him. Years of training had made him familiar with situations like these. And years of experience made sure that he knew just what to do and how to do it.
He did not let a single bullet go to waste and seemed confident.
Three or four brave refugees had gathered enough courage to come outside and they manned the guns. Firing away at hordes of wolves. It took six or seven bullets to take one down, but they had to protect their families. And with this on their minds they fought like there was no tommorow.