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A dark and dreary night within the Rocky Mountains of Colorado as rain pours down by the bucket load, the low valleys and trenches flood over, the sides of mountains slide down onto the roads below, as the people in the towns curl up in their warm blankets in front of their TVs, believing they're safe from whatever could come to them, watching the Simpsons, oblivious of the veritable shitstorm on the west side roads of the mountain ranges.
Through the dim moonlight reflecting off the water coating the road come two cars, in front a black with red accents 2005 Ford Mustang, within was a single woman, her skin pale and her face sunken in, with oily black hair reaching down to her waist and dressed in a black hoodie with light blue jeans and tan sandels.
In the car behind them, a 2007 Ford Cobra with white paint and two blue racing stripes down the middle sat two young men. One, the older of the two looked to be in his late 20s, with a thick black beard styled into two forks and long black hair tied up into a ponytail, his face was worn and despite still being in his 20s, he looked closer to being in his mid 40s, missing half his teeth and dressed in a studded leather jacket, a Metalica T-shirt, black jeans with a studded belt and thick combat boots. Beside him sat another, this one in his early 20s, his light brown hair cut short and his chin covered only by a thin stubble, he wore a buttoned up plaid shirt with some looser jeans, sneakers and a necklace around his neck.
Within the back car, the older of the two fumbled in the car's glove compartment "blessed, blessed... The fuck's the silver?!" He bellowed in a voice so deep it would make James Earl Jones proud. The one driving, the younger one swerved the car, struggling to keep up with the other car in this weather "you shot 'em all!... Ah! The trunk, I think we got some Silver pellet rounds" "the fuck good are pellet rounds here?!" It was clear the older one was losing his patience, fumbling around for anything he could use "look, just shoot the bitch's tires out, she'll crash, then we can get the silver pellets, finish this, and we might get back in time to get a burger or something"
The older of the two stared at the younger one for a full half a minute, which in their current situation felt like 10 minutes. In the end the older one grabbed his 9mm and leaned out the window. Again and again he shot, eventually hitting the front car's left side front tire. The Mustang spun out, flying off the road and into the mud, the car did a full flip, spilling it's debris across the road before finally coming to rest beneath a small slope which had become a muddy waterfall , which now drizzled lazily into the crashed car.
The car with the two men came to a stop near the wreckage. The older of the two pumped the trunk, running around to it to grab his 12 gauge and began loading silver pellet rounds. The younger one however got out of the car with his pistol raised, it wasn't much but the bullets were blessed. The two of them approached the car, keeping an eye out for any movement, but there was none... The inside of the car was empty!
The younger one saw it first "Darren! It's fucking empty!" He turned around to see Darren's last moment, as the woman from the car was behind him and she sunk her fangs into his neck, her fangs weren't clean and natural though, they were like regular teeth that grew exponentially then were roughly filed back to fangs, her canines had hollow tubes in them, but they were rough too, one had the entire lower-back of one of her teeth filed too much, exposing the opening of the tube in that fang, the other one's hollow opening was off-center of her canine. She tore Darren's throat till a good chunk of meat came loose.
In deafening screams of grief the younger one began firing his handgun into the woman, on top of her now revealed fangs her eyes were entirely black, no whites to her eyes, no Iris, just black. She fell back and to the ground as the first bullet entered her skull, then the second, then the third, again and again he fired into her head. She could heal fine from the broken bones of a car wreck, being impaled, clubbed and so on, but those bullets weren't just blessed, they were hollow points. As soon as she was hit, her brain was destroyed, the following rounds simply turned her dead brain to mush.
As the young man's gun clicked, the chamber empty, lights in the distance came approaching, and they would be greeted by the sight of a car wreck, a young man standing over the corpse of a woman who's head had been blown to pieces and a second man, shotgun still in hand with his throat torn out. The young man watched the car approach, when it finally came close , stopped and the door opened, the young man put his gun away "about damn time Winry..."
Through the dim moonlight reflecting off the water coating the road come two cars, in front a black with red accents 2005 Ford Mustang, within was a single woman, her skin pale and her face sunken in, with oily black hair reaching down to her waist and dressed in a black hoodie with light blue jeans and tan sandels.
In the car behind them, a 2007 Ford Cobra with white paint and two blue racing stripes down the middle sat two young men. One, the older of the two looked to be in his late 20s, with a thick black beard styled into two forks and long black hair tied up into a ponytail, his face was worn and despite still being in his 20s, he looked closer to being in his mid 40s, missing half his teeth and dressed in a studded leather jacket, a Metalica T-shirt, black jeans with a studded belt and thick combat boots. Beside him sat another, this one in his early 20s, his light brown hair cut short and his chin covered only by a thin stubble, he wore a buttoned up plaid shirt with some looser jeans, sneakers and a necklace around his neck.
Within the back car, the older of the two fumbled in the car's glove compartment "blessed, blessed... The fuck's the silver?!" He bellowed in a voice so deep it would make James Earl Jones proud. The one driving, the younger one swerved the car, struggling to keep up with the other car in this weather "you shot 'em all!... Ah! The trunk, I think we got some Silver pellet rounds" "the fuck good are pellet rounds here?!" It was clear the older one was losing his patience, fumbling around for anything he could use "look, just shoot the bitch's tires out, she'll crash, then we can get the silver pellets, finish this, and we might get back in time to get a burger or something"
The older of the two stared at the younger one for a full half a minute, which in their current situation felt like 10 minutes. In the end the older one grabbed his 9mm and leaned out the window. Again and again he shot, eventually hitting the front car's left side front tire. The Mustang spun out, flying off the road and into the mud, the car did a full flip, spilling it's debris across the road before finally coming to rest beneath a small slope which had become a muddy waterfall , which now drizzled lazily into the crashed car.
The car with the two men came to a stop near the wreckage. The older of the two pumped the trunk, running around to it to grab his 12 gauge and began loading silver pellet rounds. The younger one however got out of the car with his pistol raised, it wasn't much but the bullets were blessed. The two of them approached the car, keeping an eye out for any movement, but there was none... The inside of the car was empty!
The younger one saw it first "Darren! It's fucking empty!" He turned around to see Darren's last moment, as the woman from the car was behind him and she sunk her fangs into his neck, her fangs weren't clean and natural though, they were like regular teeth that grew exponentially then were roughly filed back to fangs, her canines had hollow tubes in them, but they were rough too, one had the entire lower-back of one of her teeth filed too much, exposing the opening of the tube in that fang, the other one's hollow opening was off-center of her canine. She tore Darren's throat till a good chunk of meat came loose.
In deafening screams of grief the younger one began firing his handgun into the woman, on top of her now revealed fangs her eyes were entirely black, no whites to her eyes, no Iris, just black. She fell back and to the ground as the first bullet entered her skull, then the second, then the third, again and again he fired into her head. She could heal fine from the broken bones of a car wreck, being impaled, clubbed and so on, but those bullets weren't just blessed, they were hollow points. As soon as she was hit, her brain was destroyed, the following rounds simply turned her dead brain to mush.
As the young man's gun clicked, the chamber empty, lights in the distance came approaching, and they would be greeted by the sight of a car wreck, a young man standing over the corpse of a woman who's head had been blown to pieces and a second man, shotgun still in hand with his throat torn out. The young man watched the car approach, when it finally came close , stopped and the door opened, the young man put his gun away "about damn time Winry..."
