Aussie bloke!
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G'day everyone,.....
Another Fix,.....
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,......that feels so much better!!!!!!
Aussie.
Another Fix,.....
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,......that feels so much better!!!!!!
Aussie.
Bit Me: A story of the end of the world
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Grizzly Adams
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Yeah, but after such and extended layoff I'm in need of another fix.
By the way hrgrisso, how's the family?
A MERRY CHRISTMAS to you and your family!
By the way hrgrisso, how's the family?
A MERRY CHRISTMAS to you and your family!
camonympho
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Merry Christmas to all! hrgrisso you are doing awesome job..just keep it coming!!!!
mastershake4071
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kinda reminds me of when i was in my early teens i had dial-up internet. and how i would click to see a picture of a topless girl, it would slowly load down and would freeze right before it got to the good stuff.
oklahoma caveman
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hope everybody had amerry christmas.
now hrgrisso how about a christmas present to all who need their z fix?
now hrgrisso how about a christmas present to all who need their z fix?
hrgrisso
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Chapter 7: Blood, Dust and the Desert
Adrenaline in the blood. Heart pounding in his ears. Thump Thump fast and steady his heart pounded away. Gabe reached back into the truck and picked up the Galil. From his bag he pulled out the Leupold reflex sight that he clipped onto the rifles attached rail. Reaching back in he grabbed the pack of magazines he’d packed before he’d left the apartment. He checked the pistols on his belt, the silencer was still awkward, that’s ok, he’d be carrying it soon enough. He checked the chamber of the rifle, loaded ready to go. Wrapping the sling around his shoulders hung the rifle against his body, pulled the silenced pistol from his belt and closed the door of the truck.
He threw the gun in his hand at the apex of his reach and checked for sight picture. The bright green night sights stood out clearly in the dark. He’d been using the silenced pistol so much lately it no longer felt awkward. He checked the magazine. Good. Kneeling he checked the knife at his calf, above the boot below the kilt. He felt his heart steady. He was ready, he’d waited, not wanting adrenaline to speed him up or slow him down.
He looked across the open desert lit by the moon and saw a glimpse of Seamus in the dark, long dark hair bouncing as he ran. “God Speed brother.”
Gabe set off, he’d get to where he needed to be fast enough. He didn’t want to be jittery when he got there. He walked quickly but kept his speed in check. Pistol in one hand, the other holding his rifle against his body so it wouldn’t smack back and forth as he moved.
Closer and closer the pops and bangs of rifle fire echoed over the hill. Gabe was walking into battle. His adreneline picked up. His heart beat increased. He could see better. Gabe knew it was the blood moving to his head, his iris’s expanding to bring in all the light available. Ahead a body. <BANG> Not body someone firing from prone. Shooting at his brother! Gabe took three steps and raised his pistol: hissCHINK! hissCHINK! hissCHINK!
The mans head bled as it fell to the ground and the rifle slid from his hands. Chunks and holes torn through him. Gabe stepped closer, didn’t want anyone alive behind him. hissCHINK! He moved the rifle away and kept his fast walk towards the house, he’d come back for it later.
Twenty more yards. Three more shooters. Several more shots from his pistol; hissCHINK! Without slowing he reached into his bag and grabbed another magazine for his pistol, pulled the empty and put it in his bag and reloaded.
Soon his brother’s truck was close and clear. He could almost see the men behind it. It was time. He slid the pistol inside his belt and moved the Galil to his shoulder.
From the hill a scream and then muzzle flashed blazed away from the house. Another scream long and familial. The men at the truck ahead turned to the hill and opened fire in what they expected was the source of the howl. Seamus! Gabe opened fire and sped up. BAM! BAM! BAM!
He started at the right and pivoted his aim from the far right of the men in front of him, firing as they fell. The first three were down. Gabe reached into his bag for another magazine, slapped the paddle and pushed in the new one. The others realized something was wrong and started to turn, too late! Gabe started firing again.
The last thing many of them saw was a large bearded wild man in a kilt and muzzle flashes from his rifle as he pulled the trigger and ended their lives!
On the hill the gunmen Seamus had set out after turned on a spotlight. Gabe dove to the edge of the truck waiting for the smack of bullets, dozens of shots but none came close to Gabe or his brother’s truck. Peering over the hood of the truck, the spotlight was facing into the hill itself and a smoking Border Patrol suburban, behind it he saw Seamus stand up, clutching at his side.
Another hail of gunfire, bullets piercing the truck, others rattling off it, glowing comets into the dark night. Seamus fell down.
“NO!!!” Gabe screamed!
Breaking from cover he opened fire on men as their own muzzle blasts gave them away, before it could be turned on him he blew out the spotlight and the man holding it. He hurried forward firing into the hillside.
“Bubba! Seamus got hit!” Gabe yelled out.
As Gabe got to the corner of the house, the side door flew open and Bubba strode out firing an FAL at the men on the hillside now scurrying for cover. The two men strode up the hillside sometimes standing upright delivering high concentrated fire. Moments later they were diving for cover behind rocks and trees. Gabe regularly grabbed magazines from his Maxpedition keeping a full magazine at the ready in his rifle. It was slow but they were making progress, driving the former officers before them.
“You forgot your oath! You forgot your promise!” Bubba yelled as he killed men he’d worked with, men he knew, friends.
Before the brothers’ onslaught they cops fell back, and fell dead. By ones, twos, and threes they died. Bullet after bullet and magazine after magazine. Sight picture, press trigger they died.
Finally Gabe and Bubba had killed all the former police before them, save one. “Ericson you bastard! You did this!” Bubba roared.
“F&%K YOU!” Ericson yelled. He pulled his arm back into a lever and pitched a grenade at their feet.
Bubba grabbed Gabe by the neck and jumped out away from the grenade pulling Gabe with him as he rolled and slide down the rocky desert hill.
Ericson turned and ran into the darkness, towards the darkened truck and safety. As he ran past the front of the truck Seamus stood out of the darkness. “No F&%K YOU!” and Seamus stabbed him in the heart breaking through sternum, bones cracked and broke beneath the large bowie knife in his hands. Blood steamed out of Ericsons chest as he died, a look of shock and pain stretched onto his face. “Now go to hell you animal!” Seamus snorted.
Adrenaline in the blood. Heart pounding in his ears. Thump Thump fast and steady his heart pounded away. Gabe reached back into the truck and picked up the Galil. From his bag he pulled out the Leupold reflex sight that he clipped onto the rifles attached rail. Reaching back in he grabbed the pack of magazines he’d packed before he’d left the apartment. He checked the pistols on his belt, the silencer was still awkward, that’s ok, he’d be carrying it soon enough. He checked the chamber of the rifle, loaded ready to go. Wrapping the sling around his shoulders hung the rifle against his body, pulled the silenced pistol from his belt and closed the door of the truck.
He threw the gun in his hand at the apex of his reach and checked for sight picture. The bright green night sights stood out clearly in the dark. He’d been using the silenced pistol so much lately it no longer felt awkward. He checked the magazine. Good. Kneeling he checked the knife at his calf, above the boot below the kilt. He felt his heart steady. He was ready, he’d waited, not wanting adrenaline to speed him up or slow him down.
He looked across the open desert lit by the moon and saw a glimpse of Seamus in the dark, long dark hair bouncing as he ran. “God Speed brother.”
Gabe set off, he’d get to where he needed to be fast enough. He didn’t want to be jittery when he got there. He walked quickly but kept his speed in check. Pistol in one hand, the other holding his rifle against his body so it wouldn’t smack back and forth as he moved.
Closer and closer the pops and bangs of rifle fire echoed over the hill. Gabe was walking into battle. His adreneline picked up. His heart beat increased. He could see better. Gabe knew it was the blood moving to his head, his iris’s expanding to bring in all the light available. Ahead a body. <BANG> Not body someone firing from prone. Shooting at his brother! Gabe took three steps and raised his pistol: hissCHINK! hissCHINK! hissCHINK!
The mans head bled as it fell to the ground and the rifle slid from his hands. Chunks and holes torn through him. Gabe stepped closer, didn’t want anyone alive behind him. hissCHINK! He moved the rifle away and kept his fast walk towards the house, he’d come back for it later.
Twenty more yards. Three more shooters. Several more shots from his pistol; hissCHINK! Without slowing he reached into his bag and grabbed another magazine for his pistol, pulled the empty and put it in his bag and reloaded.
Soon his brother’s truck was close and clear. He could almost see the men behind it. It was time. He slid the pistol inside his belt and moved the Galil to his shoulder.
From the hill a scream and then muzzle flashed blazed away from the house. Another scream long and familial. The men at the truck ahead turned to the hill and opened fire in what they expected was the source of the howl. Seamus! Gabe opened fire and sped up. BAM! BAM! BAM!
He started at the right and pivoted his aim from the far right of the men in front of him, firing as they fell. The first three were down. Gabe reached into his bag for another magazine, slapped the paddle and pushed in the new one. The others realized something was wrong and started to turn, too late! Gabe started firing again.
The last thing many of them saw was a large bearded wild man in a kilt and muzzle flashes from his rifle as he pulled the trigger and ended their lives!
On the hill the gunmen Seamus had set out after turned on a spotlight. Gabe dove to the edge of the truck waiting for the smack of bullets, dozens of shots but none came close to Gabe or his brother’s truck. Peering over the hood of the truck, the spotlight was facing into the hill itself and a smoking Border Patrol suburban, behind it he saw Seamus stand up, clutching at his side.
Another hail of gunfire, bullets piercing the truck, others rattling off it, glowing comets into the dark night. Seamus fell down.
“NO!!!” Gabe screamed!
Breaking from cover he opened fire on men as their own muzzle blasts gave them away, before it could be turned on him he blew out the spotlight and the man holding it. He hurried forward firing into the hillside.
“Bubba! Seamus got hit!” Gabe yelled out.
As Gabe got to the corner of the house, the side door flew open and Bubba strode out firing an FAL at the men on the hillside now scurrying for cover. The two men strode up the hillside sometimes standing upright delivering high concentrated fire. Moments later they were diving for cover behind rocks and trees. Gabe regularly grabbed magazines from his Maxpedition keeping a full magazine at the ready in his rifle. It was slow but they were making progress, driving the former officers before them.
“You forgot your oath! You forgot your promise!” Bubba yelled as he killed men he’d worked with, men he knew, friends.
Before the brothers’ onslaught they cops fell back, and fell dead. By ones, twos, and threes they died. Bullet after bullet and magazine after magazine. Sight picture, press trigger they died.
Finally Gabe and Bubba had killed all the former police before them, save one. “Ericson you bastard! You did this!” Bubba roared.
“F&%K YOU!” Ericson yelled. He pulled his arm back into a lever and pitched a grenade at their feet.
Bubba grabbed Gabe by the neck and jumped out away from the grenade pulling Gabe with him as he rolled and slide down the rocky desert hill.
Ericson turned and ran into the darkness, towards the darkened truck and safety. As he ran past the front of the truck Seamus stood out of the darkness. “No F&%K YOU!” and Seamus stabbed him in the heart breaking through sternum, bones cracked and broke beneath the large bowie knife in his hands. Blood steamed out of Ericsons chest as he died, a look of shock and pain stretched onto his face. “Now go to hell you animal!” Seamus snorted.
hrgrisso
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Merry XMas Everyone
Merry Christmas Everyone! Sorry it took so long but you know how all that goes...
Oh and Gus hard to beat a Kukri a big freaking axe! Keep one handy at all times!
Merry Christmas Everyone! Sorry it took so long but you know how all that goes...
Oh and Gus hard to beat a Kukri a big freaking axe! Keep one handy at all times!
Grizzly Adams
Member
Thanks Hyrum. Just what I needed! When can we expect our next fix? How's the family? And a Merry Christmas to y'all.
oklahoma caveman
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man it just keeps getn beter
loose cannon
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good stuff hrgisso i for one am eating it up.keep it coming when possible.
my best friends"baby brother"would sleep with a kukri if he fiance would let him lol.
for me when it comes to weapons of the edge i like my cold steel improved reproduction of a us navy m1917 naval cutless.its a bit clunky to carry but it has a nice reach and will do equally well at stabbing and chopping.
my best friends"baby brother"would sleep with a kukri if he fiance would let him lol.
for me when it comes to weapons of the edge i like my cold steel improved reproduction of a us navy m1917 naval cutless.its a bit clunky to carry but it has a nice reach and will do equally well at stabbing and chopping.
SLCscottie
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Very entertaining
Great job!
Great job!
Aussie bloke!
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G'day everyone,.....
What a great chapter,....
I have lots of Kukri's,.....
Those Gurker's are deadly with them,..ever seen a man have his whole arm cut off with one in one swift move?
I love my Sykes though,...
Those british commado's new how to use it to kill silently and quickly.
Feels nice in the hand as well.
Aussie.
What a great chapter,....
I have lots of Kukri's,.....
Those Gurker's are deadly with them,..ever seen a man have his whole arm cut off with one in one swift move?
I love my Sykes though,...
Those british commado's new how to use it to kill silently and quickly.
Feels nice in the hand as well.
Aussie.
hrgrisso
Member
Chapter 7: Continued
Dave prayed. Moans, roars and bellows echoed across the dead buildings of Phoenix. Somewhere in the dark the monsters were lurking. They hadn’t given up they weren’t done. And tonight, here, they were short two guns to hold them back. He prayed that the wall of cars would hold them away. Maybe that’s why they didn’t come closer, things had changed…
“Dave?” JJ asked.
She’d surprised him. “Yeah?”
“You ok? You look tense?” She asked.
He looked across the room and saw his wife sitting uncomfortably. He’d asked her earlier, but she wouldn’t admit it. She was close.
He lowered his voice. “Gabe and Seamus probably won’t be back till daylight. We didn’t finish packing with those things out there. And Mindy is ready to deliver…”
“I know.” JJ said.
That surprised him. He didn’t realize she had been thinking about the baby.
She continued. “I’ve been there Dave. I know what it’s like. We’ve got stuff here to midwife her along. I packed stuff in the trucks already to make sure we’d be able to take care of her and the baby if we have to run in a hurry.”
A horrible squeal shrieked close. Very close. Deacon ran into the main room. “Biter just got attacked in the parking lot. Their here.”
Dave nodded. During the day the biters prevailed, the bugs were nocturnal and ruled the desert.
“Everyone fully loaded?” Dave asked.
From the couch Mindy grunted as she hefted an M-4 across her pregnant lap. JJ shook her head. Deacon nodded.
From out of the back room Patty yelled “Ready!”
From outside more noise. Instinctively he and Deacon headed for the cage. The sounds of ripping, tearing, squealing, grunts and moans drifted in the dry desert breeze.
From the porch Dave saw shadows spinning and rolling in the parking lot beyond the wall of cars. “What the hell?!”
Deacon switched on Seamus’s flashlight and lit up hell. Before them two bugs were rolling, twitching and squirming through the parking lot. But more than just the bugs they were covered in biters. Over a hundred biters had surprised the feeding bugs and had attacked them. The bugs squirmed and flung this way and that trying to dislodge the overwhelming numbers assaulting them. When they’d dislodge one or two biters, even more swarmed forward.
The biters, most unarmed bit and ripped with their hands and teeth tearing scales and antennae from the bugs. A few of the biters in the back drug massive tree branches, and when they got close enough, like cave men of old they swung them with supernatural strength crushing whole sections of the bugs.
Dave realized his heart was pounding watching the intense mayhem. The bugs were fighting for their lives. The biters were fighting for theirs. Bloodlust rode high. CLACK! Echoed around them. Dave looked over, Deacon had chambered a round in his rifle. Nodding agreement Dave checked his own safety. The Robinson was ready.
One massively blubbery biter from the back surged forward holding a small mesquite tree in his hands. Small for a mesquite. He swung the root end of the tree and smashed it across the nearest bugs back, crushing bug and biter together. With a groan the bug’s legs gave way and it collapsed beneath the overpowering weight of the biters onslaught. With a twitch the biter shifted, pulled the tree closer and swung it in a wide arc and smashed through the legs of the second bug, shearing legs from body and it too fell into a heap. Biters swarmed over them both and they disappeared beneath the ragged, bloody monsters.
“TURN YOUR LIGHT OFF!” JJ hissed from the main room.
Deacon fumbled with it startled to suddenly hear voices. He wasn’t the only one.
Several biters spun at the noise and hissed in their direction.
Beneath his breath Dave pleaded. “Go away! Go away!”
The biters didn’t listen, those that were chewing away at the bugs continued their feast. But there were dozens of other biters who were hungry. And now they knew there was food available!
Hissing and screeching they rushed forward knocking each other aside in a rush to get to the townhouse. Dave threw his rifle to his should and pulled the trigger. The first biter fell. Deacon started shooting. Another two biters fell.
“Get your light back on!” Dave yelled!
Fumbling with the light and his rifle Deacon clicked it on.
“JJ were going to need more ammo!”
The parking lot was moving as if it were alive.
“Lots and lots of ammo!” Dave screamed.
Dave prayed. Moans, roars and bellows echoed across the dead buildings of Phoenix. Somewhere in the dark the monsters were lurking. They hadn’t given up they weren’t done. And tonight, here, they were short two guns to hold them back. He prayed that the wall of cars would hold them away. Maybe that’s why they didn’t come closer, things had changed…
“Dave?” JJ asked.
She’d surprised him. “Yeah?”
“You ok? You look tense?” She asked.
He looked across the room and saw his wife sitting uncomfortably. He’d asked her earlier, but she wouldn’t admit it. She was close.
He lowered his voice. “Gabe and Seamus probably won’t be back till daylight. We didn’t finish packing with those things out there. And Mindy is ready to deliver…”
“I know.” JJ said.
That surprised him. He didn’t realize she had been thinking about the baby.
She continued. “I’ve been there Dave. I know what it’s like. We’ve got stuff here to midwife her along. I packed stuff in the trucks already to make sure we’d be able to take care of her and the baby if we have to run in a hurry.”
A horrible squeal shrieked close. Very close. Deacon ran into the main room. “Biter just got attacked in the parking lot. Their here.”
Dave nodded. During the day the biters prevailed, the bugs were nocturnal and ruled the desert.
“Everyone fully loaded?” Dave asked.
From the couch Mindy grunted as she hefted an M-4 across her pregnant lap. JJ shook her head. Deacon nodded.
From out of the back room Patty yelled “Ready!”
From outside more noise. Instinctively he and Deacon headed for the cage. The sounds of ripping, tearing, squealing, grunts and moans drifted in the dry desert breeze.
From the porch Dave saw shadows spinning and rolling in the parking lot beyond the wall of cars. “What the hell?!”
Deacon switched on Seamus’s flashlight and lit up hell. Before them two bugs were rolling, twitching and squirming through the parking lot. But more than just the bugs they were covered in biters. Over a hundred biters had surprised the feeding bugs and had attacked them. The bugs squirmed and flung this way and that trying to dislodge the overwhelming numbers assaulting them. When they’d dislodge one or two biters, even more swarmed forward.
The biters, most unarmed bit and ripped with their hands and teeth tearing scales and antennae from the bugs. A few of the biters in the back drug massive tree branches, and when they got close enough, like cave men of old they swung them with supernatural strength crushing whole sections of the bugs.
Dave realized his heart was pounding watching the intense mayhem. The bugs were fighting for their lives. The biters were fighting for theirs. Bloodlust rode high. CLACK! Echoed around them. Dave looked over, Deacon had chambered a round in his rifle. Nodding agreement Dave checked his own safety. The Robinson was ready.
One massively blubbery biter from the back surged forward holding a small mesquite tree in his hands. Small for a mesquite. He swung the root end of the tree and smashed it across the nearest bugs back, crushing bug and biter together. With a groan the bug’s legs gave way and it collapsed beneath the overpowering weight of the biters onslaught. With a twitch the biter shifted, pulled the tree closer and swung it in a wide arc and smashed through the legs of the second bug, shearing legs from body and it too fell into a heap. Biters swarmed over them both and they disappeared beneath the ragged, bloody monsters.
“TURN YOUR LIGHT OFF!” JJ hissed from the main room.
Deacon fumbled with it startled to suddenly hear voices. He wasn’t the only one.
Several biters spun at the noise and hissed in their direction.
Beneath his breath Dave pleaded. “Go away! Go away!”
The biters didn’t listen, those that were chewing away at the bugs continued their feast. But there were dozens of other biters who were hungry. And now they knew there was food available!
Hissing and screeching they rushed forward knocking each other aside in a rush to get to the townhouse. Dave threw his rifle to his should and pulled the trigger. The first biter fell. Deacon started shooting. Another two biters fell.
“Get your light back on!” Dave yelled!
Fumbling with the light and his rifle Deacon clicked it on.
“JJ were going to need more ammo!”
The parking lot was moving as if it were alive.
“Lots and lots of ammo!” Dave screamed.
oklahoma caveman
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YES!!!!!!!!!! hrgrisso this is great!!!!!
enfield303
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Evil, evil Man!!!! We get to a cry for more ammo, and that's it?!?!
2Ais4U
Member.
No, No, No, You Evil Man!
How could you?!?!?!?!?!?!? First you get me hooked, then you cut me off
? I AM SO ADDICTED NOW! subscribed. post more!MOAR! MOAR!
MOAR!
How could you?!?!?!?!?!?!? First you get me hooked, then you cut me off
? I AM SO ADDICTED NOW! subscribed. post more!MOAR! MOAR!MOAR!
mike6161
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thanks for the great story
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