Dust Chronicles Issue 4
Dust Chronicles Issue 4
Dust Chronicles Issue 4
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A calm, detached corner of Sergeant Miller’s<br />
mind wondered just how the hell he had gotten<br />
himself into this particular mess, as he lay on the<br />
cold cement platform of an abandoned Russian<br />
metro train, in the middle of winter, struggling<br />
to keep a dead Axis soldier’s brown, rotten teeth<br />
from ripping out his throat!<br />
Miller jerked his head from side to side, keeping<br />
just ahead of the Zombie’s snapping jaws, using<br />
his left hand to push the creature’s chin away<br />
with all his strength, and floundering for the .45<br />
at his belt with his right. The Zombie, too close<br />
to use the massive steel maces it had for fists,<br />
focused all its alchemically induced strength to<br />
hold the struggling soldier still enough to get a<br />
good taste!<br />
“A little help here, someone!” Miller yelled,<br />
gasping with effort, “That’s an order!”<br />
As Kimble continued to fire blasts into the<br />
darkness, and Pinksi finally got over his shock<br />
enough to slip on the straps of his tanks a few<br />
feet away, Manny Malone stepped up and swung<br />
his shotgun with all his might into the back of<br />
the Zombie’s head. The only effect it seemed to<br />
have was to anger the creature, as it snapped its<br />
head around to snarl a lipless blackened grin at<br />
Malone, its red eyes narrowing dangerously.<br />
That brief distraction was enough for Miller as<br />
he yanked his .45 from his holster and pressed<br />
it against the back of the Zombie’s turned head,<br />
pulling the trigger for three fast shots. The inhumanly<br />
strong skull of the Zombie resisted the<br />
first bullet, the flattened slug of lead ricocheting<br />
off into the darkness. The second and third<br />
bullets did the trick, blasting into the creature’s<br />
head and out through its snarling face spraying a<br />
shocked Malone with foul, stinking, black icor!<br />
Miller’s breath whooshed out of him as the Zombie’s<br />
body collapsed on him. Malone shoved the<br />
creature’s dead weight with all his strength, and<br />
rolled the carcass off his struggling sergeant,<br />
then helped him to his feet. Shaking himself off,<br />
Miller saw Pinski struggling to strap the flamethrower’s<br />
tanks on, Kimble was crouched behind<br />
the toppled trashcan, firing into the dark tunnel<br />
mouth where the sounds of more shuffling feet<br />
could be heard, and Bauer was busy stuffing<br />
bedrolls and gear into everyone’s packs.<br />
“Hurry up, we need to move down the south<br />
tunnel, before they regroup. Pinski! Got that<br />
thing working?” Miller started barking orders<br />
fast, snapping everyone’s minds back to the<br />
routine of duty and away from the shock of the<br />
sudden attack.<br />
“Pilot light won’t start, Sarge! I think the feeder<br />
pipe is pinched somewhere!” The young Private<br />
answered as he inspected the business end of his<br />
weapon.<br />
A louder sinister hissing issued from the black<br />
tunnel mouth. The men began to slowly back up<br />
towards the south end of the platform, putting<br />
distance between them and the enemy. Pinski<br />
slung the hand unit for his weapon over his<br />
shoulder, and snatched up the extra fuel tank<br />
pack, and moved to the back of the group, behind<br />
the guns of his squad mates.<br />
As the squad reached the middle of the platform,<br />
about halfway to the south tunnel, the noises<br />
from the north end increased, and in twos and<br />
threes, more of the Axis creatures stepped out<br />
of the darkness and into the low flickering light<br />
of the platform. They didn’t charge to the attack<br />
right away, but came to a halt as a group a dozen<br />
strong. Some crouched, some stood, but they all<br />
stared unblinkingly with red glowing hunger at<br />
the men.<br />
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