Pt Four-Ten

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His eyes opened wide and he felt the breath come back into his lungs. David put his hand down to his abdomen and felt where the knife wound had been before he had left the world and now there was nothing there. He reached out above his hand and felt the handle of the MP5 on the tips of his fingers. Aaron must have kicked it away after he had stabbed him. David got to his feet, bent down and grabbed the MP5 and walked away from the door. He didn’t even hesitate at walking away listening to the words that the Savior had told him not to go after Aaron just yet and he would listen. Marcus needed his help and he had to find him.

He broke into a sprint as he left the train yard and followed the tracks out for several minutes and then he quickly turned a sharp left feeling something pulling him that direction. After running for several more minutes he could make out a tree in the distance and it looked like there were quite a few zombies gathered around it and David hoped that he wasn’t too late. He caught a glimpse of a figure in the tree and he could tell that it was Marcus and he breathed a sigh of relief as he drew closer to the crowd. He brought the MP5 up using both hands aim it towards his targets, he decided to remove the silencer because he would lose range with it equipped on the gun and he wanted as much as he could get right now.

He aimed at the back row at three zombies that were straggling at the back. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger once. He could feel the three bursts came out of the gun at the one squeeze. He preferred the three round burst to the automatic setting he got more accuracy out of it. The first zombies head exploded in a cloud of gore and brain matter and before the second could turn around David had him in the sights and pulled the trigger and it’s head also exploded as the bullets found their mark. Half of the group under the tree began to turn towards the new intruder and began to walk towards him. Gunfire came from the tree as Marcus began to open up on the rest around the trunk and two then three more bodies fell to the ground.

David put the MP5 by itself in his left hand, the same hand that used to hold the shotgun but he now preferred this lighter weapon to the bulkier model of the twelve gauge and then removed the machete from under his cloak and prepared for the swarm to reach him. He felt confident as the first zombie got to him as he sliced across it’s midsection and then pointed the MP5 at the zombie next to it point blank at it’s head. It exploded like a melon, the gore spraying into the air splattering onto the ground and on several more of the zombies around. The first zombie’s top half was on the ground still reaching for David’s legs he drove the machete down into the top of its skull planted a foot on it and pulled it out. Two more came at him as he ducked down, slicing the closest one at the knees slicking through both of them as the zombie fell wiggling its stubs as it did, David finished it off with the MP5 and the stubs were still. The second one he planted the machete deep into it’s gut and then ripped upwards all the way to its neck, it’s insides began to seep out and were dragging across the ground as it continued to walk David sliced across, decapitating it in the process, sending it’s head into the group. Some of the zombies stopped and began to feast on their fallen comrades innards instead of coming at David. He chose to finish them as they feasted taking them out one at a time as they were eating. The group by the tree was beginning to thin out and before David knew it he had killed the last zombie and there were no other ones around. The last one at the base of the tree fell dead and a few moments later Marcus dropped to the ground and looked up at David with relief in his eyes.

“I thought you were dead,” Marcus said coming over to embrace his friend, “It’s good to see you alive and kicking.”

“It’s good to be alive Marcus. God chose to save me so I could continue on with the work that we are meant to do. I know what the next move is and we have to find a way to stop it and it is not going to happen by taking on this guy head on. We have to rejoin the others and take a breather and then find a way to get across the ocean.”

“What?” Marcus asked as they began to walk towards the east, “How are we going to do that boss.”

“First off,” David began, “Don’t call me boss anymore I have been given a name and I have chosen to use it. My name is David and it is good to have an identity to be known by. Second, I don’t know how we are going to do it but with the Lord’s help,” David paused for just a moment as the two men walked into the setting sun, “Anything is possible.”

EPILOUGE

Three Months Later.

West Bank, Israel

Mikail felt the grief in his body. Tragedy had just struck his family and he was trying to find a way to escape from the moment and find some time to spend. For years him and his people had been trying to get back the land that rightfully belonged to them from the Jewish pigs that resided on the opposite side of the bank. They had reclaimed this side in an agreement that he been dressed up as a peace proposition but there would never be peace. The Israel people deserved to die, every single one of them and Mikail’s people would make sure that would happen.

Mikail had been sleeping soundly dreaming of a time in the future when he would be a great leader. He saw himself in front of thousands of people speaking words of hope and leading them against the enemy and then a great crash had brought him back to reality. He woke from his bed thinking it was just a dream and then he opened the door of his bedroom and walked right into a nightmare. There was blood everywhere, various different body parts and organs littered the room and the light from outside was coming into the building.

“Momma! Papa!” The boy had yelled out in his native Arabic but had gotten no response. He called out for his brothers also and their was no response from either of them. He cried in rage as he realized the impact of what had just happened his family was littered all over the apartment in various pieces and even if he tried he could not put them back together. Israel had launched one of its rockets against them and it had just killed his entire family. He ran out into the night tears pouring from his eyes as he did so. He ran to edge of town and into the desert that bordered it and now here he sat anger filling every part of his being.

He would make them pay for what they did to them. He didn’t know how yet but he would do it and he would be known as the one who ended them and their god would remain silent and be unable to help them. Come, a voice suddenly called from his head.

“Who’s there?” Mikail asked jumping to his feet looking around for the source of the voice. There was nothing for several moments and then again, Come.

Mikail walked forward towards the direction that he thought the voice was coming from when he felt his feet hit something in the sand. What is this, he thought to himself. He bent down and picked it up and lifted it into the moonlight where he could examine it more closely. It was a silver canister, circular in shape and it was very light. What was it? Mikail wondered to himself. Maybe it was an weapon of the Jew’s that didn’t go off or that flew over the shacks and landed in the desert. Whatever it was he felt drawn to it and as he turned back towards the town holding the canister in his hands he felt a little of his rage subside. If only he would have walked a little further over the next sand dune he would have found a crashed C-130 the cargo that it was carrying was meant to change the very way the world was going to be from that day forward.

To Be Continued….