IM SO SORRY.
Work has been fucking crazy because 2 people quit and I had to cover them. I had the day off (fuckin finally) so I spent most of it writing, and I'm finally at a decent spot in my story and just have to tie it all together. I hope to have it up tonight or tomorrow at the very latest. I fucking hate being so late.
Again, my apologies.
Sorry, double post to bring to everybodies attention that I finished my story. Also, fuck the continuation idea. I don't have the time to fabricate a plot that intricate without requiring people to read my previous stories to understand, so I'll be mainstream and make individual stories.
I deeply apologize with this being late, but I think it's really good compared to my last story which had no character development whatsoever. Here it is.
They growled menacingly as Jane carefull
y twirled her hunting knife in her hand. Her short, brown hair was damp with sweat from the previous scuffle with the creatures, despite the bitter cold. They swarmed her, and circled around as they tried to wear out their potential next meal. The wolves were large and rather thin despite how powerful they were. Jane had already killed two of the beasts, but the seven left were likely to take her down. She shifted her feet in the soft snow. Next to her lay her friend, Alice. Her leg had been bitten bad, and she held it with her hands to stop the blood that had already stained the snow below her.
"How you holding up, Alice?" Jane said as she swung the knife at a wolf that had crept a little too close for comfort. It retreated with a snarl.
"The damn thing tore a chunk of my leg out, how the hell do you THINK I am?" Alice said through gritted teeth as she scooped up a handful of snow. She gently pressed it against her wound, crying out at the pain. It slowly turned red, but slowed the bleeding slightly. She had blonde hair that swirled elegantly down her head. Her bright blue eyes were shut from wincing at the pain, and her cute button nose was red from the cold.
"Sorry, dumb question." Jane said. "We'll think of something, just hang in there."
A wolf got overly aggressive and tried to bite Jane's leg as it barked and lunged forward. Jane reacted quickly, pushing the top of its head downward into the snow with her left arm. Her other arm swung and stabbed the wolf in its side. It yelped and backed off as blood dripped into the snow from its fresh wound. It immediately retreated, and began to lick it, while the rest of its pack continued to circle them. Growling and howling.
"Jane run. They can have me, and if you leave me they'll have their meal, and you'll survive. It's a win win for everyone. You have to survive Jane. You HAVE to." Alice said as tears streamed down her face.
"I'm not leaving you Alice." Jane said as her heart began to race. The wolves began to close in on them, and they could smell the blood still oozing from Alice's wound.
"Jane, I have nobody. My family is dead. They killed everyone I loved. This invasion has turned me into a hopeless shell of a woman. The only reason I keep fighting to survive is for you.” Alice winced as her leg throbbed. “Your daughter is still alive, and she needs you Jane." Alice brushed the snow from her wound. Crimson rivers gushed from it, and Alice began losing consciousness as her head swooned from the loss of blood. She shook her head to focus on the situation at hand.
"Jane, even if I survive, look at this! “She displayed her wound with her hands before placing them back on it. “I can see the white pus of an infection already! I'd probably have to amputate it even if I did make it out of this. I don't want to be a crippled widow. My life is over Jane! Leave me! Run!"
"No! We can make it out of this!" Two more wolves bound from the brush, replacing their fallen pack members that Jane had slain earlier. The rest of the pack was sure to show up soon enough. Jane was running out of stamina as another wolf attacked, this time going for Alice. Jane swung her blade and cut the wolves face before it could reach its prey. It barked and growled as it trotted away from them.
Alice knew what she had to do. Tears flowed from Alice's face as her life flashed before her eyes at the decision she had made.
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She had met her husband at that little run down coffee shop eight years ago. They were young, careless, and crazy college kids. Their carelessness led to their marriage when she was 22 and he was 23. They were so happy. They graduated and had a beautiful child two years later. A wonderful little boy. He worked as an honest mechanic, and she found a simple job as a secretary for a good company that treated her well. Their son was five when the invasion happened in their small hometown out by the coast of Virginia. Soldiers of a foreign nation stormed their streets, indiscriminately killing anybody who didn't wear their uniform, and particularly focusing law enforcement that opposed them.
They seemed to appear from thin air with assault vehicles and military grade assault rifles, and the town didn't stand a chance. It was a slaughter. They took things they found to be of worth, and didn't seem to spare anyone except for a few of the women occasionally. It was chaos. A nightmare. It shattered Alice's perfect world.
Alice had always been pretty. Her friends told her she should have pursued a career in modeling, but she hated the idea of being paid for something she was born with. She wanted to earn a living and live the simple life that she and her husband had acquired. The soldiers marched into her home where her son and husband also hid, smashing windows and taking whatever valuables they could find. She raised her hands, and she had managed to make a negotiation when they kicked down the door to the room her family was hidden in. The agreement was that they spare her family, and they could have their way with her. The soldiers agreed in the limited English they knew. They seemed to speak Russian, but she couldn’t be sure.
They bound her child and husband, and she kept her end of the deal. They were brutally rough, and did it in front of her husband and child, which she didn't expect at all. Despite crying the entire time, she thought she may have saved her family at the cost of her dignity. When they finished, they shot both her lover and five year old before her eyes. The soldiers laughed and exited her home, leaving her to sob in the blood of her family. She had been broken in every way imaginable.
Jane had been visiting the town to meet a friend, and she had managed to hide successfully during the invasion. After the soldiers had passed and killed everybody in the coffee shop she had been in, Jane searched nearby houses for supplies, and she planned to walk to Richmond in search of her daughter that still lived there.
She made sure to lie low and avoid the patrolling trucks that had soldiers in them as she scavenged through houses in search of food, basic clothing, and whatever else would help her survive the 100 mile walk to the Capitol. She had entered a small house that looked less damaged compared to the others. Jane found Alice there, cradling her dead child, sobbing as she stroked the motionless boys curly brown hair. After cautiously approaching the half naked, bloody, shell of a woman in front of her, Jane convinced her to come with her after she cleaned herself up. Jane and Alice laid her family in their beds, as it was too dangerous to give them a proper burial with the soldiers occasionally patrolling outside. Alice, still in utter shock after being raped and witnessing the brutality that had occurred, wanted revenge. Jane agreed to help her achieve it.
They knew the soldiers wouldn't sweep through the houses any time soon, so they sneaked down the street in between patrols and waited for a particular vehicle. They camped out in one of their neighbors houses, and they searched for weapons. They combed through the house and found common household weapons such as knives, a baseball bat, and even a set of iron golf clubs. Alice found a safe box in the home owner's bedroom, which had been left because the soldiers who had swept it didn't have the means to open it. She tore apart the drawers in the room until finally finding a key in a small box on the top shelf of the closet. She opened the safe box expecting to find currency or jewelry, but she found something so much better. She found a glock and a full magazine.
Alice had never shot a gun before in her life, but Jane had. Jane showed her how to aim, how to take the safety off, and even the basics on reloading the weapon if they ever found a second magazine lying around the house.
The leader of the man that killed her family wore a red band around his arm, and he had a gruff beard and oval face. He was easy to distinguish since he was clearly a higher rank than most of the common soldiers, and Alice would easily recognize the man that had violated her. They spotted the truck with the man standing in the back, barking orders at the other men as it passed by on a patrol one day. They stayed for 3 days total in the small house, examining when the patrols came, how often, and the best moment to strike. They came once every two hours down that street, and the one containing the murderer of her child came at exactly noon. They had a plan, and began to set it in motion. The patrol car only held 3 soldiers in it when it came at noon, one of which was the man with the red band. That meant they had about two hours before hand to set up the trap. Plenty of time.
Jane and Alice spoke briefly when they came up with the trap they had to set up, but they seldom spoke in general. Jane knew what had happened to Alice, and Alice was in no way going to talk about it. She didn't speak unless necessary, or to politely ask for something. Jane was kind to her, and Alice appreciated it. Alice wished that she had known Jane before the ordeal. She seemed like such a strong, kind woman.
Jane came up with most of the plan. She seemed to have some sort of military background with how she handled herself. She was sharp witted, and kept her cool even in the most stressful situations. They searched in a few garages and found plenty of nails they could use for their scheme, as well as an abundance of bottles to create broken glass with. They found a thin sheet of cardboard and covered it in black tape that they found to make it less obvious on the road. They poked nails through the cardboard so that the stuck through. They created a sheet of sharp nails that, hopefully, would burst the tires on the truck as it passed. Once the men exited their vehicle to examine the damage, then came the tricky part. Well, it was more of a huge risk than it was tricky.
They set up the cardboard with the nails and broken glass in the center of the street, so that it was sure to pop at least one of the tires. As if fate wanted her to exact her justice, snow began to fall and concealed the cardboard further. The patrol car with the filthy pig of a leader was heard in the distance, and Alice hid a short distance away behind an abandoned car. The trap worked perfectly. The cars two front tires blew out on impact with the nails and the car skidded into a nearby snow bank. The two soldiers and their leader exited the vehicle stepped out to investigate, as planned, and Alice emerged from her hiding spot with her hands raised.
The leader stroked his beard and instructed his men not to shoot. He walked up to Alice, and immediately recognized her before laughing at the sight. Alice remained calm and composed. All three of the men had their attention fixated on her.
Jane ambushed them from behind a nearby tree that she had used as cover, and fired two shots into the soldier’s that stood beside their leader. They slumped to the floor, and Jane yelled at the man with gruff beard and red band to drop to his knees. He did as instructed, as he left his weapon in the vehicle. Alice picked up a crowbar that she had hidden next to the car. She relentlessly beat the man at his knees with it again and again. She heard his ribs snap as she repeatedly smashed him with the heavy piece of metal, and he tried to crawl away from the woman he had defiled. She hit him across his face once when his arm failed to block it, and she felt his jaw snap out of place from the blow.
The pitiful sack of flesh in front of her begged her to stop. Jane gently touched Alice’s shoulder to get her attention, and held the glock out to offer it to Alice. Alice switched the safety off of her weapon.
“Alright asshole, I’m not going to kill you, I have a better idea.” Alice said sadistically. She held the gun to his genitals, and the grown man began to sob from his broken arm, ribs, and jaw from the previous beating.
She pulled the trigger and the man screamed in pain. Alice stood up and looked at the sky. She sighed deeply thought of her little boy.
“I changed my mind.” Alice said coldly. She fired 6 shots into the man, four in his chest and twice in his head. She would have fired more, but the glock had run out of ammunition and she clicked the empty gun in an attempt to riddle him further. He laid still, and the snow beneath him slowly turned red.
Jane cautiously approached her and took the weapon from her. They quickly gathered their belongings, and left the three men to be found by the next patrol.
They left the small town, and the soldiers didn’t set up a perimeter due to the fact that they didn’t expect resistance from the town in the first place. They trudged through the snow and avoided the main road in fear of more soldiers passing through. The went into a wooded area, and decided it would be safer to travel through the woods than to take any main road at all. There they could make shelter and hunt for food if their rations ran low.
They sat at a campfire on the second night of their journey, and they weren’t even halfway to Richmond. The fire crackled in the night as Alice broke the silence they had kept for the past few days.
“Who even are you? We’ve been traveling for too long to at least know a little bit about each other.” Jane remained expressionless.
“I’m an ex military divorcee who was visiting a friend out here.” Jane sipped water from her canteen as the fire made a popping noise. “Not much to tell to be honest. I’m originally from Richmond, and my daughter lives out there, so I have to make sure she’s ok.”
“How old is she?” Alice asked. She rubbed her hands together in an attempt to keep them warm.
“Six. She lives with her dad. I’m only allowed to see her once a week at best. He won custody over her.” Jane said. “I had a problem with alcohol when I came back from the Russian and Ukraine border. He didn’t like it, and I didn’t take his concerns seriously when he filed for divorce. The court thought I could have PTSD, but I refused to take a psych evaluation. Due to my lack of employment and tendency to drink, he won custody and I get to see her Sundays.”
“I hope Richmond isn’t as bad as it was back there.” Alice said.
“Me too.” Jane said. She stood up and scooped snow into the fire until it finally went out. They rolled into their sleeping bags near a large tree, and eventually found the rest they needed.
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Alice sat holding her leg before finally finding the strength to do what she needed to do. A tears streamed down her face as she looked up at Jane who so bravely defended her. She wished her the best, and she also wished she had met her sooner. They would have been good friends.
“Jane, I said RUN!” Alice screamed at the pain, and stood up despite the wound that now gushed blood at the sudden movement. She hobbled over to Jane, and she shoved her as hard as she could away from her, forcing her to stumble out of the circle of wolves. They let her exit as they pounced onto Alice and began tearing her apart.
Jane watched in horror as Alice stopped struggling under the large animals. Jane fought her emotions, and grabbed the pack she had dropped. She ran as fast as she could from the scene. None of
