Dark Apocalypse: A Post-Apocalyptic Family Saga

by Gabriel Alexander

  “Alright, folks,” Drake Rim yelled. “Time’s up. Time for you to tell me what you decided. Will you surrender your guests to me, or will I have to take them by force? What’s your answer?”

  Steve looked out the window and yelled:

  “Here’s our answer,” Steve yelled. “You and your pathetic gang of psycho mutts can go to hell, where Satan himself will rape you in the ass. We’re not surrendering anyone. If you want them, come and get them.”

  “Wrong answer, pal,” Drake Rim said. “All right, everyone. You heard them. They’re not willing to cooperate. So… let them have it.”

  “Open fire!” a rebel yelled.

  “Open fire!” another one, farther in the distance yelled.

  “Open fire!” another one, even farther, yelled.

  The rebels started firing their weapons at the cabin, while advancing toward it at the same time.

  “Get down!” Steve yelled.

  Julie, Thomas, Martha, and Steve ducked to the floor, with their hands on their heads, while, above them, bullets were breaking the windows, going through walls, hitting everything in their path. In the kitchen, many bullets hit the dishes, the pots and the cutlery, breaking them and taking them down form their stands. Nothing was spared by the rain of lead, not the chairs, not the sofa, which was torn apart, not the wardrobes, not the drawers, nothing.

  “Cease fire!” Drake Rim yelled.

  All of a sudden, an eerie quiet fell over the cabin and around it. A crow cawed. The rebels started asking themselves the obvious question: did we hit them?

  No movement could be seen coming from the cabin. Drake Junior decided to see if the hail of bullets was successful.

  “You, you and you!” he said, while pointing at three rebels next to him. “Go check to see if we hit them!”

  “Yes, Drake!” the three rebels said, almost simultaneously.

  The three rebels broke the line and started heading toward the cabin, with their guns up, ready for everything. The rest of the rebels were also keeping the guns ready, for any eventuality.

  The three rebels were advancing slowly and cautiously. They were a bit afraid, knowing that if they were caught by surprise, they would have no possibility to react. You could basically read the tension on their faces.

  Eventually, they approached the windows. They looked inside, and all they could see was total mayhem and destruction. Nothing inside was left standing and intact, after their hail of bullets upon the cabin. Everything was destroyed.

  They kept looking inside, but they saw no one. They turned around and one of them yelled at Drake:

  “There’s no one here.”

  Then, all of a sudden, from beneath the windows, Thomas, Julie, Martha and Steve got up, aimed their weapons at the three and fired. Thomas and Steve each fired one shot at one rebel, the two bullets hitting the poor bastard right in the eyes, pulverizing them in the orbits and leaving him with two enormous holes in his head.

  Martha and Julie fired more rounds than Thomas and Steve at the two rebels in front of their window, hitting them in the chest. One round, fired by Julie, hit a rebel in the penis, blowing it away. All three of them collapsed on the ground, while blood was gushing out of their wounds.

  “Shit!” Drake Junior yelled, after seeing the grim scene. “Whoever can do it, hide behind the wood pile. The rest of you, go prone. You will be harder to hit.”

  The four people inside the cabin continued firing at the rebels. But boy, were they hard targets. The tall grass, which hardened the visibility, didn’t make things easier either. And so it goes that most of their bullets were hitting nothing but the ground, the tall grass or the wood pile. The rebels were extremely well covered, and they knew it. The only thing which gave them a bit of comfort was the fact that the rebels couldn’t hit them either, most of them hitting nothing but the wall around them.

  Then, all of a sudden, Steve remembered the grenades he took from the basement. He took one, pulled the pin, and threw it outside, in the rebels’ direction. It blew after a few seconds, sending dust and shrapnel, along with two unlucky rebels up in the air.

  “Fuck! What the hell was that?” Drake Junior said, behind the wood pile.

  “Shit, Drake,” the rebel next to him said. “They got grenades.”

  “God dammit.” He took the walkie-talkie.

  “Alright, everyone. Change of plans. As some of you can see, the bastards have grenades. So no more standing prone. Everyone, get up and run in zigzag. You’ll make it harder for them to hit you.”

  The rebels obeyed. However, this changed the odds for the people inside the house. Now, they could hit them with their assault rifles. And hit them they did.

  Julie managed to hit three rebels, one after the other, as they were running next to the house. Thomas hit no less than seven, while Martha and Steve both hit ten from their first bursts. Julie was even luckier when she hit a rebel who got up from behind the wood pile right in the head.

  “Gotcha, motherfucker!” she said.

  “Nice aiming, sis,” Thomas complemented her.

  “Thanks, big bro.”

  They then resumed firing at the rebels. Thomas hit another two, Julie hit four, Martha six and Steve five.

  “Reloading!” Steve yelled.

  “Reloading!” Thomas also yelled.

  The two pulled the empty clips form their weapons and replaced them with full ones. As soon as he did that, Steve, willing to save some ammo, took another grenade and threw it out the window. It blew up in front of four rebels, dismembering two of them. Steve then threw another grenade, which sent three of the bastards back to kingdom come.

  Drake Junior took his walkie-talkie next to his mouth.

  “To the men behind the cabin: break the back entrance. I repeat: break the back entrance and take them by surprise, over.”

  “You heard him,” one of the rebels behind the cabin said. “Let’s do this, boys!”

  Five rebels approached the back door. They counted to three and then kicked the door, causing it to bash.

  Upon hearing the back door breaking, Thomas, Steve, Julie and Martha pointed their eyes toward it.

  “What the hell was that?” Julie asked.

  “Shit. They’re breaking in from behind,” Martha said. “Steve, you’re with me. Thomas, Julie, you stay here and keep defending the front.”

  “Got it,” Thomas said, before firing three bullets at an approaching rebel, killing him where he stood.

  Steve put his weapon on his shoulder and took a grenade from the suitcase. Then, he and Martha headed toward the kitchen entrance which led to the back doorway. As soon as they took positions behind the door frame, five rebels entered the cabin. Steve threw the grenade next to them.

  “Oh, fuck!” one of them yelled, before the grenade exploded in their face, ripping the limbs of some of them and destroying the walls.

  Two rebels got inside the hallway. Steve and Martha machine-gunned both of them, who fell flat on the floor, in a pool of their own blood.

  Two rebels took positions behind the door and fired three bursts at Martha and Steve. The two ducked behind the door frame, causing all of the bullets to hit it instead of them. Then, Martha and Steve aimed their weapons at the door and fired two bursts in their turn. Both hit just the door frame, just like in their case. The two rebels then fired again, missing them for a second time. Steve got out from behind the door frame and fired five bullets at one of the rebels. All five of them hit their target, which was the rebel’s chest, covering him in blood. He collapsed on the ground.

  “Thomas, throw me another grenade!” Steve yelled.

  Thomas took a grenade from the suitcase and threw it on the ground next to Steve. Steve picked it up, pulled the pin out and threw it outside the door. Six rebels fell down on the ground at the entrance, annihilated by the blast.

  “Reloading,” Steve said.

  “I’m reloading too,” Martha said.

  They both yanked the empty clips from the weapon
and replaced them with full ones.

  “Wait right here, Martha. I’m going out.”

  “Are you crazy? You’re a sitting duck out there.”

  “I gotta go see how many of them are left. Don’t worry, I’ll be just fine. You stay right here, in case I’m gonna need cover. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Steve aimed the weapon at the door and started carefully walking toward the back exit. He was afraid of what he was going to find out there. But then again, maybe the situation was in their favor. Maybe there weren’t many of them left. There were still some out there, that was for sure, since he could hear Thomas and Julie still firing their weapons out the window. But maybe not too much. Boy, he would have enjoyed killing all of the bastards, and then, at the end, killing their leader. But he had a special death in store for him. First, he would have beaten him good, then he would have made him beg for mercy. And only then, he would have slowly shoved a knife in his putrid heart full of evils. A death worthy of a scumbag like the rebel leader, he thought. But for now, all this was in his imagination, his personal dreams. Not for long, he hoped.

  He kept advancing toward the door, with his heart in his boots. He could feel cold drips of sweat coming down his forehead. With every step he took, he came one step closer of being an easy target for the rebels waiting behind the door. But he had no choice. He had to assess the situation. He had to see if the odds were in his favor.

  He reached next to the door. He stopped for a second and started panting. Then, he made some courage and stepped out through the door. The moment he did that, he heard a woman screaming like crazy to his left. He turned around and saw a young girl, no more than twenty, maybe twenty five, with dark hair and leather bra and panties on her, running toward him with a knife.

  He aimed his weapon at her, but when he was about to fire, the girl pushed his weapon upwards and tried to cut him along the belly. She then tried to shove the knife in his chest, but Steve managed to parry the blow with his weapon. The girl then pushed him inside the house, where they both fell down on the ground. Martha aimed the weapon at the two, but fearing that she might also hit Steve, she hesitated to fire.

  Steve suddenly kicked her in the gut, causing her to stand up. Steve got up as well and hit her with his weapon in the gut, causing her to bend over. He then hit her with his leg in the nose, causing blood to burst out of it. She then collapsed on the ground, where Steve started hitting her repeatedly with his leg.

  “You like that, bitch? You like that?”

  Suddenly, the girl stabbed him in the leg with the knife. Steve yelled in pain, and the girl got up. Then, she tried to stab him in the gut, but Steve caught her by the hand and spun her around, hitting her on the wall. He then grabbed her by the hair and started slamming her head repeatedly to the wall, before throwing her on the floor again. He then put himself above her, stepped on her hand, threw her knife away, caught her by the neck and lifted her up. She started coughing and wheezing, while Steve’s hand was crushing her neck. Then, all of a sudden, she kicked him in the groin, causing him to loose grip and bend over in pain. The girl rolled over on the floor, grabbed the knife and threw it in Steve’s neck. A fountain of blood spilled out of it and Steve collapsed on the floor, while wheezing in pain and loss of breath.

  “No!” Martha yelled, before aiming her weapon at the girl responsible for this. But when she pulled the trigger, the weapon jammed. Martha pulled the trigger again, but with the same result. The weapon just wouldn’t fire.

  Seeing that Martha’s weapon was jammed, the girl tried to jump at her, but when she got close to her, she was shot with a full clip in the back. She rolled her eyes over and collapsed on the floor, in a pool of blood.

  Martha looked and saw Steve, aiming his smoking weapon at her, with the knife in his throat and blood still leaking from his neck. Then, he put the weapon down, closed his eyes and rolled his head over.

  “No! Steve!” Martha yelled, before running toward Steve’s body. She kneeled in front of it and started crying.

  “Why, God, why?”

  She petted his face, while allowing a few tears to drop on his body.

  “I’ll never forget you, Steve. I swear. I’ll always honor your memory.”

  “Martha!” Thomas yelled, all of a sudden. “I’m sorry about Steve too, but we’re still in the middle of a fight. You’ll have time to mourn him when this is over. Get a grip on yourself, grab your weapon and keep firing at them.”

  Martha stood up and ran toward the wall next to Thomas, to avoid the bullets flying next to the window.

  “My gun is jammed,” she yelled at Thomas.

  Thomas reached for his belt and pulled a gun from it. He threw it to Martha, who grabbed it in mid-air.

  “Here! Use this.” Thomas told her.

  Martha didn’t have to be told twice. She went next to the two at the window and started firing at the rebels, hitting two at first, then four, then five. Then, when she ran out of bullets, she took a grenade and threw it outside, killing three rebels.

  Thomas and Julie were not letting down either. Even though some of the bullets they fired hit nothing but the ground, the vast majority were hitting their targets. Thomas, at one time, hit seven rebels in a row, while Julie managed to hit five. They were on a roll, gunning down rebels at an amazing speed.

  Drake Junior was still hiding behind the wood pile.

  “All right, enough games,” he said. He then brought his walkie-talkie to his mouth.

  “Bring the bazooka!”

  A rebel armed with a bazooka came running next to him.

  “Blow that fucking cabin to smithereens and kill those fuckers,” Drake Junior told him.

  “Yes, sir!” the rebel said, before aiming the bazooka at the cabin.

  “Shit!” Thomas yelled, after seeing what the rebels were cooking. “Bazooka! Get down!”

  All three of them jumped down on the floor. One second later, the rebel fired the gargantuan weapon, which hit the wall right next to the window. An explosion of fire, dust and smoke engulfed the cabin, while the wall collapsed in a cloud of splinters and planks.

  Drake Junior looked at the half-destroyed cabin.

  “You think we got them, Drake?” the rebel with the bazooka asked him.

  “Only one way to find out,” Drake Junior said. He then pointed at three men.

  “You, you and you… you’re coming with me. The rest of you, wait here!”

  Drake Junior and the three men appointed to go with him started cautiously walking toward the cabin. When they reached the hole in the wall made by the bazooka, they hid behind the wall next to it. Then, a few seconds later, they cautiously entered the cabin, guns up.

  Suddenly, however, from behind the wall, a hand stabbed the first rebel in the heart with a knife, causing blood to drip from his chest and mouth. Martha then came out from behind the wall, pulled the knife from the first rebel and lifted it above her head, while jumping at the second one. Unfortunately for her, however, the rebels were faster and they managed to machinegun her right after she put the knife above her head. Filled with bullets, Martha kneeled down.

  “Steve,” she said. “I’m coming.”

  She collapsed on the ground, where she died immediately.

  Drake Junior and the two remaining rebels cautiously entered the cabin. But when they entered the kitchen, Thomas and Julie got up from behind the table and fired at them. One of the rebels dropped dead, hit by the bullets, while Drake Junior and the other rebel his behind the wall. Thomas and Julie fired at them again, but they hit nothing but the wall. Drake Junior and the other rebel returned fire, also hitting nothing. Then Thomas and Julie fired again, then the two rebels and so on, until both sides ran out of bullets.

  Thomas and Julie stood up from behind the table and dropped their weapons. They then took two knives from the table. Drake Junior and the other rebel pulled two knives from their boots in their turn as well. Thomas and Julie then moved on the side of the table with their
knives in front of them. They then signaled the rebels with their hands to come at them.

  Drake Junior jumped at Thomas, while the rebel jumped at Julie. Thomas spun Drake Junior in a circle, with a grip on his wrist. They both fell down on the ground, Drake Junior above Thomas.

  Julie was gripping the rebel’s wrist too, trying not to get stabbed. The rebel hit her with his head in her mouth, causing her to lose grip. He then waved his knife in front of her twice, trying to cut her. Julie ducked and kicked him in the leg, causing him to kneel on one knee. She then tried to stab him, but the rebel caught her hand as she tried to stick her knife in his neck.

  Drake Junior was still trying to stick his knife in Thomas’ head. Thomas suddenly punched him in the face, however, causing him to fall right next to Thomas, who immediately put himself above him and started punching him in the face. After about nine punches, Drake Junior caught Thomas’ hand and stuck his knife in it. Thomas screamed in pain, as blood was dripping from his wound. Drake Junior then punched Thomas in the face, ramming him in a cabinet behind him. Drake Junior then grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up. He then started hitting his head against the sink repeatedly, until Thomas fell down, stunned by the multiple encounters with the sink.

  The rebel hit Julie in the gut and then, as she bent over in pain, he punched her in the face. She fell down on the ground and the rebel ran above her and grabbed her hand in which she had the knife. He then tried to stab her in her heart, but she managed to parry the blow with her forearm. As she was trying to prevent herself from getting stabbed, she suddenly hit the rebel with her head in his mouth, causing him to lose grip on her armed hand. She immediately took advantage of the situation and stabbed him in the chest. The rebel screamed in pain, while Julie pulled the knife and stabbed him again, then again and then again, until the rebel snorted, spit blood and collapsed on top of her, lifeless. Julie removed the rebel’s body from on top of her and slowly got up.

  Thomas, although with a serious headache, was still in the fight. Drake Junior was trying to stab him in the neck, but Thomas grabbed his hand.