Our Survival: A Collection of Post Apocalyptic EMP Survival Thrillers

by Williams, Ron

  “You bastards, shoot back!” Butler screamed as he fired three rounds at Robert in rapid succession. “He’s got us all pinned down!”

  Robert continued to pump rounds downrange with the M1A, taking careful aim with the scope. Five more rapid but carefully aimed shots, POP POP POP POP POP, and two more militia members were lying dead beside the road and another was badly wounded in the abdomen.

  At this point, Robert was winning the fight. The entire convoy was held up on the road and he was picking off militia members like they were flies. Butler, Gale, and Mitchum, taking cover behind the trees at the side of the road, were shooting back but it was difficult to see in the darkness from their perspective, so their shots were wildly inaccurate. The fact that they didn’t have any of the combat experience as Robert didn’t help.

  It was only now that Butler realized, despite their overwhelming numerical superiority, that there was a chance he and his militia would not be able to defeat Robert without taking mass casualties, let alone take on the entire Parker family afterwards.

  His militia had little to no fighting experience, and most right now were cowering behind poor cover rather than shooting back. Eight militia members were already fleeing on foot back down the road, not even bothering to turn the rear car in the convoy around.

  Robert, realizing that he wasn’t exactly fighting seasoned soldiers, took careful aim with the scope again and with two more squeezes of the trigger hit one militia member in the shoulder and another in the hip.

  “We have to retreat!” a militia member shouted over Robert’s rifle fire and the horrific groans of several of his wounded comrades. “He’s got us in a funnel! Picking us off like flies!”

  “No, he’s just one man!” Butler screamed in absolute frustration, reloading his Mini-14. “Mitchum, take a half dozen guys and circle around him through the woods! We’ll keep him distracted!”

  “You got it!” Mitchum yelled back, and motioned to Phil and four other scared militia members behind him. “All of you, come with me!”

  Phil and the other militia members were eager to comply, not necessarily because of the opportunity to outflank Robert, but just to get out of the way of his hail of deadly accurate bullets.

  “Covering fire!” Gale yelled.

  Butler, Gale, and a few militia members in the front all opened fire on Robert simultaneously with suppressive fire, forcing him to take cover.

  Meanwhile, Mitchum, Phil, and the four other militia members broke from the road and bolted into the woods to outflank Robert.

  Now pinned down by incoming fire, Robert fired blindly back with the last few rounds in the M1A until it clicked empty. He didn’t know where the spare magazines were, so he simply dropped it on the ground and rolled over to the Winchester .30-30.

  Lying prone on the road, he fired from under the Hi-Lux and hit one militia member who was brave but stupid enough to charge his position, leaving him lying in agony on the ground and clutching his stomach.

  Racking another round into the chamber, Robert took careful aim at Butler and fired. After racking another round, he peered through the gun smoke to see that Butler was still alive and well behind his tree. His shot had missed.

  In a fury, Robert began racking and firing the .30-30 at the convoy as fast as he could, one of the bullets wounding another militia member in the shoulder and the rest whizzing over their heads, until the rifle clicked empty just like the M1A had.

  “Suppressive fire again!” Butler shouted once Robert had stopped shooting.

  As before, he, Gale, and the militia members in the front of the convoy all rose at once and opened fire on Robert’s position, pinning him down and not allowing him to fire back.

  Robert knew he couldn’t hold this position for much longer. The incoming gunfire was simply too overwhelming and missing him by mere centimeters. Sooner or later, but most likely sooner, he would be hit.

  It was then that he glanced to his right and saw the flashlights of Mitchum’s party visible through the woods. He realized he was being outflanked!

  Either he had to leave now or never. He reached for his AR-15, but to his dismay, he saw the receiver had caught a bullet or two and was now badly damaged to the point of likely being unusable.

  Without another thought, he picked up the shotgun, an old Ithaca pump action 12 gauge, and took off running down the road the same way Jane had went.

  “He’s fleeing!” yelled Gale.

  “Approach, slowly!” Butler responded. “He might be trying to draw us out so be careful!”

  Butler, Gale, and around twenty of the militia members stepped forward from their cover and with their rifles raised began to approach the Hi-Lux, which at this point was borderline unrecognizable due to being absolutely riddled with bullet holes.

  Robert had disappeared into the darkness down the dirt road by the time Butler, Gale, and the militia reached the Hi-Lux.

  “Half of you get this damn truck out of the way and get back in the vehicles,” Butler barked. “The rest of you follow me and let’s bag this little bastard!”

  With that, Butler, Gale, and ten militia members took off running down the road after Robert. Ten more militia members followed Butler’s orders and began to work to push the bullet riddled Hi-Lux out of the way to clear the path for the convoy.

  Back at the convoy, no less than five militia members were dead and another ten wounded, at least eight had fled into the night, and the remaining sixty or so were either tending to the injured or still doing nothing in absolute shock.

  Robert continued to run as fast as he could down the road, getting a good start ahead of his pursuers. He was amazed that he had not been hit at all in the firefight and that he had managed to kill or wound as many militia members as he did.

  “There he goes!” he heard someone yell from the woods, and he realized Mitchum’s party had spotted him. “After him!”

  * * *

  The Cabin

  Thomas and the rest of the family heard the intense gunfire from the cabin.

  They had all gathered outside trying to deduce where it was coming from. In addition to Thomas, Marcus, Susan, Bruce, Angela, Claire, and Barry and Christine.

  “That’s real close,” said Marcus, his voice barely audible over the gunfire.

  Marcus already had his Glock .40 strapped to his hip. He was the only one out of them who was currently armed, though the family had plenty of firearms and ammo inside the cabin.

  Just then, they say a figure running out of the tree line and running across the field to their position. Marcus’ hand instinctively dropped to his Glock.

  “Fire up the truck!” the running voice shouted, extremely hoarse from exertion.

  It was only then that the family realized who it was.

  “It’s Jane!” Bruce exclaimed.

  Bruce, Marcus, Thomas, and Claire ran out to meet her half way in the field.

  “What’s going on?” asked Marcus.

  “They’re here!” Jane managed to get out, gasping for breath and dropping to her knees from exhaustion.

  “Who’s here?!” Marcus and Bruce asked at once.

  “The Compound!” Jane said after a few more breaths. “Robert’s holding them up! We gotta go, now!”

  “Our worst fears have been realized,” said Thomas.

  The five of them ran back to the others at the cabin.

  “Get the Hi-Lux started, we gotta move!” said Bruce.

  “What’s wrong?!” asked Susan.

  “The Compound is here!” yelled Marcus. “That gunfire is coming from them and Robert!”

  “What supplies do we bring?” Angela asked, trying to stay calm.

  “There’s no time!” Bruce yelled angrily. “We’ll be lucky if we can all fit in the Hi-Lux alone. Grab some guns and food and move out!”

  The family quickly dispersed to grab what food items and weapons they could. They ran all throughout the cabin, while Claire worked on getting the Hi-Lux started. Since only three people
could fit inside the truck itself, the rest would have to ride on the bed outside.

  Barry grabbed Thomas by the arm while he was helping the others gather supplies.

  “Thomas, take this,” said Barry, handing him a well worn single action Colt Peacemaker .45 LC revolver with a long 7.5 inch barrel and target sights. The old weapon was wrapped in a black leather holster and cartridge belt.

  Thomas’ fingers were still hurting from the torture by Butler and his sons a few days before, but they had healed enough to the point that he took the gun in his hands and looked at it.

  “This is your gun, grandpa,” Thomas said, trying to hand it back.

  “Take it, I’m not as good a shot as I used to be anyways,” Barry said. “Besides, you need a gun and you may have to lead them on.”

  “What are talking about?” Thomas asked.

  Instead of answering Barry simply walked outside to the Hi-Lux, leaving Thomas standing there confused.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Dirt Road

  Butler, Gale, and the ten militia members cautiously hunted for Robert down the road. They had linked up with Mitchum, Phil, and the other four men, bringing their current strength to 18 in addition to the others who were at the convoy several hundred yards down the road.

  “He must have gone into the woods!” said Butler. “Spread out! And be on your guard, we can’t afford to take more losses!”

  The group began spreading out into the trees on either side of the road. Butler, Gale, Mitchum, and Phil remained on the road itself.

  Sure enough, Robert was hiding in the trees about fifty yards away. He was watching Butler’s group disperse, who were plainly visible in the night because every one of them was waving around a flashlight.

  Robert grinned. Easy pickings.

  He quickly assessed his weaponry. He had the 12 gauge with six shells in the magazine tube, a KA-BAR knife, and his Ruger .357 revolver. He also had a few extra .357 rounds in his pockets, so he figured if he placed his shots accurately enough there was a chance he could get them all.

  Robert crouched and waited behind the tree, breathing silently. He wondered if his sister Jane had made it back to the rest of the family. He said a quiet prayer for them under his breath.

  One militia member cautiously approached Robert’s position, rifle at the ready and flashlight in his mouth. Robert could tell he was nervous because the rifle was shaking in his hands.

  Robert waited until the militia member turned around. He was only around twenty or so feet away.

  Then, Robert rose from his location and fired the shotgun at close range!

  The militia member fell screaming as soon as he was hit. Robert’s shotgun was loaded with birdshot, which wasn’t the best self-defensive round or anything but was more than capable of ripping apart skin and flesh.

  Robert immediately dashed further into the woods. The rest of the militia started shooting wildly into the trees as soon as he had fired his shot.

  “Stop it, he’s got you all shooting at each other!” Butler shouted angrily from the road.

  Butler was growing increasingly frustrated by the lack of discipline and experience in his fighters. He cursed himself for not having originally considered the possibility of that before embarking on the mission.

  The militia members quit shooting. Robert ran through the trees, heading back for the road. Running on the road would be the only opportunity he would have of linking up with his family in time.

  After another minute, he made it back to the road far ahead of Butler, Gale, Mitchum, and Phil. They were scanning the woods with their flashlights, so there was a chance he could get ahead of them fast enough, he thought…

  “There he is!” Mitchum shouted, his flashlight beaming on Robert.

  Robert ran for it, his heart pounding. He dared not go back into the trees, because they had now seen his location and the brush would just slow him down. He had no choice but to run down the road and round the corner that was around forty yards up ahead, where he could hide among the trees again.

  Butler and Gale started to run after Robert when Mitchum said, “Wait.”

  Mitchum dropped his flashlight and raised his SKS carbine.

  “Keep your flashlights up,” said Mitchum.

  Butler, Gale, and Phil kept their flashlights trained on the fleeing Robert while Mitchum aimed carefully.

  Then, after taking in a deep breath and exhaling, Mitchum carefully squeezed the trigger to fire a single shot.

  The report rang through the woods and the flying bullet struck Robert in the right thigh!

  “AHHHH!” Robert cried in pain as he fell face first into the dirt.

  “We got him!” Gale yelled.

  Mitchum grinned victoriously.

  Butler, Gale, Mitchum, Phil, and the rest of the militia started to run up to Robert’s position.

  In all the firefights he had been in throughout Iraq and Afghanistan, this was the very first time Robert had actually been shot. He was a tough-as-nails guy, but the pain was worse than he had ever imagined.

  Leaving his shotgun in the dirt, Robert attempted to crawl back into the woods where he could hide.

  But it was no use. The others caught up to him and trained their weapons on him. Robert had no choice but to give up and stretched out his arms to indicate he was surrendering.

  “Don’t shoot him!” Butler barked. “I want him alive.”

  Mitchum turned Robert over on his back and quickly disarmed him of his knife and revolver. Finally, Robert had officially been captured.

  “It’s over for you,” Butler said, standing over Robert on the ground. “You’ve lost.”

  “Only after getting your ass kicked all that time,” Robert replied defiantly. “How many of your guys did I hit? Ten? Twenty?”

  Butler promptly raised his foot and stomped it down hard on Robert’s gunshot wound on his leg.

  Robert HOWLED in pain, screaming more than he had in his entire life. Gale, Mitchum, and the militia laughed sadistically, except for Phil who winced in disgust.

  “You’re sure as hell gonna get it for what you did to us!” one of the militia members said.

  Butler finally released his foot from Robert’s gunshot wound. Robert clutched the messy wound with his hands and grimaced in uncontrollable pain, sweating profusely.

  “What’s your name?” Butler asked. “And how you are related to Thomas and his brother?”

  “I’m not telling you crap,” Robert said through gritted teeth. “You’re just gonna have to torture me the way you did Thomas.”

  “Have it your way,” Butler shrugged. “But I can promise you this, things aren’t going to end well for you or your family.”

  The headlights of the convoy, now reduced to seven vehicles and containing the rest of the militia, drove up and came to a stop.

  “Did you get him?” one of the militia members asked.

  “We got him,” said Gale. “And we got him alive.”

  * * *

  The Cabin

  “Let’s move, move!” yelled Marcus.

  The member of the Parker family, each carrying guns and/or a casket of supplies, were running out of the cabin and to the Hi-Lux.

  Barry already had the Hi-Lux running and he and Christine were in the front seat ready to go.

  “We can fit one more in the front, the rest of you have to be in the back!” Snapped Barry.

  Angela squeezed into the front with Barry and Christine while everyone else climbed into the bed with the guns and supplies.

  As soon as everyone was in, Barry didn’t hesitate in slamming the gas pedal and hightailing it down the dirt driveway.

  They had made it to the end of the driveway when Thomas exclaimed “Look!” and pointed out across the field: the headlights of the Compound’s seven vehicles were now emptying out of the woods and fanning out across the field.

  “They’re here!” Jane said.

  “Where’s Robert?!” Jane asked.

  The convo
y of the Compound’s vehicles came to a stop.

  “Wait, they’re stopping!” Thomas said.

  Barry slowed down the Hi-Lux. The Compound’s vehicles were spread out in the field about a hundred or so yards away.

  Butler stepped out of one of the vehicles. Behind him, Gale and Mitchum dragged out Robert.

  “They have Robert!” Claire screamed in tears, seeing her husband wounded and tied up.