Page 117 of Resist

“Mara! Go!”

The voice came from behind me, and as I whirled around, the memory of wave after wave of hellhounds with Wes being the only thing that held them back, hit me like a train. And then memory became reality as I watched dozens and dozens of those things racing toward the fence as Wes desperately searched for another mag. Then the color drained from his face as he came to a frightening realization.

He was out of ammo.

He dropped the gun and started rushing for the fence toward me, but several of the mangy hounds were right on his tail.

“Wes!” I screamed, and I rushed toward him, through the gaping hole in the fence, and pulled up to aim.

Three shots.

Three blasts through the night.

And each bullet struck true.

Headshot, headshot, headshot.

The three beasts fell limp to the ground, one right after the other, sparing Wes and giving him just a few more seconds of leeway. He kept running, never looking back. I watched as the pack growled, snarled, yipped and yapped, as their crazed eyes zeroed in on their target. One pulled away from the pack, coming in hot and fast as it gained on him. Then it leaped into the air.

“Wes!” I screamed, aiming my gun and firing again.

But this time…I missed.

The creature slammed right into Wes, causing him to fall face first into the graveled dirt.

Oh my god!

The beast pulled its head back, jaws wide open in a victorious snarl as it struck down, teeth ready to tear off Wes’s head.

BANG!

The shot rang out, through the space between gaping teeth, and blew out the back of the hound’s head, sending brain matter everywhere, as it fell limp on top of Wes.

I watched as smoke curled up from the end of my barrel, stunned and frozen in place by fear and sheer surprise.

Wes pushed up off the ground, causing the beast to flop off him, and then he was back on his feet, racing toward me. I blinked several times, trying to get my mind back in the game, gratitude filling my soul. As Wes reached me, he grabbed my wrist, twirled me around, and then we were both consuming the few feet left between us and the safety of the fence.

As we reached it, Wes pushed me through first, and followed in after me. I whipped around and watched as he tried to pull back the curled ends of the chain link fence back together, closing the space as best as he could. The fence would be of no use if there was a massive hole for these monsters to get through. A quick glance beyond the gate showed me we had all of twenty seconds before we would be shit out of luck.

Crap… I tried to help him, pulling on the left side, uncurling the fence as best as I could while he yanked on the right.

Ten.

Wes pulled out several zip ties and slipped one through a link.

Nine.

He zipped it closed as best as he could.

Eight.

I heard the snarling of a hound coming right up on us.

Seven.

“Get out of here!” he ordered. But I ignored him, just grabbing another tie from his hand.

Six.

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