marți, 13 august 2013

Hunting Season

The limits of the dead!

  If it's hunting season,then let us enjoy some madness.
  The road we lay on has cracks and it's hot.Pulling the trigger,I fire the first bullet and the first corpse colapses to the ground in a fit of spasms.Moving once,twice and done.Dead.From my sides more bullets slash the air and hit their targets with clear precision.The remaining victims are too shocked to move but it's not like they're going to die too.At least not yet.The hunt has just begun.
  The first one to dash through the abandoned buildings is a kid;no more than ten,but smart enough to think about escaping.We let them a 50 m start before we chase them.In the dusk light,the blood on the pavement looks even more red and it's somehow fascinating;it awakens bloodlust and insanity in our bodies.In a couple of hours the sun will fully set and the hunt will be over,the ones who escaped free to leave,but we'll make sure there will be no survivors.That's the point of this bloodbath after all.
  The rush of adrenaline and endorphins blur the world until I find perfect clarity. Everything becomes so simple. Finally I can just let go and exist. I can release the chains I keep locked so tightly around that darker nature. I don't need to think any more. Instinct and logic come together flawlessly. Regulated bloodlust driving flawless precision.
  We take different paths in our search of prey.Some are luckier than others and kill more,others have to settle for just a few,but in the end,the outcome is always the same.Death unleashed.
 
  "Run faster,run faster,run faster.."  The bruenette ran as though her life depended on it, because at this particular moment in time, it did. She couldn't afford to be caught, not now, not ever.She chanced a look over her shoulder as her feet propelled her forward. At least ten of them, all following closely, shooting bullets at her. It was a miracle she hadn't been hit yet, saved by the thick brush and the speed of her own exhausted legs.But really, there was no chance. With every stride, it was becoming clearer.She couldn't make it out alive of this,not with so many of them.Yet,she didn't stop.Surging her body forward and snaking around trees with everything she had,she headed into the forest. The ground seemed to quake with the fast and thunderous footsteps of the other victims and the sound of it rumbled all around her. Patches of mud and hidden bumps rocked her balance, but she tried to keep her focus amongst the adrenaline storm.The shock of seeing someone have their brains blowed up infront of her worn out the moment she copied the kids' actions and ran away.It's amazing how fast a person can react,how easy they can change moods and fight for survival.
  From her right,she heard two shots and sreaming.Her chest constricted with panic as realization hit her:she could be next,dying like an animal by the gun of a mad hunter,her life stolen away for nothing.Her muscles were shaking as she ran.,her long hair had come loose and was streaming behind her.A thread got caught in a branch and it teared away from her scalp,leaving behind only a sharp pain dulled imediately by adrenaline.
 
  A certain woman caught my eye;she was running like crazy,probably hoping that she could lose us.No such luck,sugar.Oh,and now I know exactly what I'll do with her corpse.I fling my riffle to the left and shoot him in the chest;I cast a quick glance at my work and notice he is around 70.And I told them to stop bringing elders,they're no use and die so fast.The bruenette is nowhere in my sight but I can smell her blood close by.How funny,one of the preys runs right into me.The mortified look displayed on his face and his frozen body makes the killing so easy.I pin my Glock's mouth to his forehead,pull the trigger and bam!Sticky pieces of flesh and a spray of blood hit a nearby tree.

  "Oh shit" Her stomach turned upside down when her foot made contact with a decomposing body.Who knows how long it's been there.Her lungs were screaming for air,her feet ached and salty tears blurred her vision.At that rate,she could very well run straight into a tree and knock herself out without even noticing.A car?Was that really a car?Allowing a sliver of hope to sneak into her mind,she changed directions and headed to the vehicle abandoned at the edge of the forest.A few metres and she could actually have a chance of survival,maybe save some others too-bang!The force of the bullet severed her head and sent it flying to the ground.

  I didn't intend to behead her;now she's no use.A corpse which isn't whole won't move again.And there goes my plan of drenching her corpse in honey then send it in the bears' lair.This forest has everything we need for our hunting sessions;after all,it was designed by the mastermind who created this epic game.Well,it's about time the bullets dissolved completely and freed the toxin.How far can you push a dead person?What are its limits?All the other times the hunt took place,the outcome was the same even though we used variations of the toxin:some exploded,others wandered around aimlessly,a few teared at eachother until all that was left were pieces of spasming undead flesh.Will this time be different?
  I wonder who got the kid.Nope,not wondering anymore,looks like it's mine.He's crouching in a narrow ditch with his back turned to me.Maybe I should make my presence known so he cand see Death with his own eyes.Or maybe not.Treading lightly across the fallen leaves and dirt,I slowly point my riffle at his head and shoot.Ten minutes later,I see the first movement.His right hand starts to break the fingers of his left one,then he gets up and fixes his blank eyes on me.Reaching the mutilated hand ahead,he jumps in my face.I step behind swiftly,but relaxed,all the while shooting him with the Glock.The bullets pierce his flesh,but don't stop him at all.What an interesting outcome,finally some progress.Now the real fun can begin.Unsheating a 5 inch long butcher knife,I dash forward and slice his head off.As expected,the attack didn't faze the kid at all.
  Now this is what I call a good bloodbath.Severed limbs everywhere,half a ribcage stuck in a shrub,unidentifiable pieces of meat scattered around the forest floor and,of course,crimson liquid everywhere,including my designer suit.I really liked this one and it costed a fortune.Now who's gonna pay for it?


  

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