Dog Soldiers (A Continuation)
Lycanthrope Tales
Part 1. Spoon
Pvt. Phil Witherspoon looked around him dazedly as he sat up, hearing a noise. His vision was blurred and his head was spinning.
An Hour Earlier
"AGHH, YOU'RE A LAME EXCUSE FOR A WEREWOLF!" Spoon yelled angrily. The main and second floors of the house exploded and Spoon was thrown with force down into the basement and debris of all shapes and sizes fell from above him and surrounded and covered him, luckily, none of it landed on him to harm him, but seconds later, he blacked out.
The noise happened again. Spoon turned his head in the direction from which the noise came, although it was hard to tell because he was so buried in the wreck of the house. He armed himself with a long piece of metal rebar which he spotted laying in a patch of sunshine, which meant that he could probably dig out of this pit. He quietly pushed away at the chucks of house, and the sounds of footsteps drew close. He heard Sam the dog barking and then, a familiar voice.
"SAM! Come here boy, good dog, come here! That's a good puppy!" Cooper spotted the dog standing on a big pile of debris, madly barking as if there was something under it. Cooper loaded his rifle and aimed in the general vicinity of the pile. Sam began to dig and then licked at something he had uncovered. It was covered in blood, but It was alive.
Spoon saw daylight. Sam had uncovered him. He saw Cooper and shouted.
"Coop! Over here!"
"I thought you were dead Spoon! What happened?"
"It's a long story, let's just get out of here, and get somewhere safe!"
"Don't worry, I've already called a rescue team and given them our coordinates. I found a radio in a pile of junk after the explosion, no too different from the one your stuck in right now!" Cooper joked. "Come on, I think we've taken care of most of them in the blast (By the term them he meant the lycanthrope) but we're still not totally clear. There could be more out there…"
Cooper hoisted Spoon out of the rubble, and brushed him off. Spoon could not stand up right, and he had lost a lot of blood. Cooper could tell that he had broken his ankle, by the way it was swollen to roughly the size of an orange. Spoon was limping badly and the going was slow to the little cave made out of dirt and roots. As soon as they got there cooper got to work bandaging Spoon's ankle. It began to get darker and Cooper would take no chances with getting into trouble with any werewolves this time. "At least," he thought. "At least there's no full moon tonight."
"So, what you're saying is that, even though there is no full moon, they could still be in werewolf form?" Spoon asked. "Is that even possible? I mean, 24 hours ago, I didn't even believe that 'lycanthrope' existed. And a whole day after the full moon?" Spoon was baffled. "This is so fuckin' fucked up right now. I think I'm still in shock. Four of my best friends are dead, but I can't believe it. It's not real, it can't be real!"
At this point Spoon broke down and began sobbing. "This cant be happening!"
"Settle down Spoon, you tosser! I hear something!!"
It was something indeed. The sound of chopper blades flying close came into earshot and they saw the helicopter coming. Cooper jumped up and grabbed the flare gun which he had saved from the explosion and loaded it with the first flare. He shot it up into the sky and the helicopter pilot radioed down saying something about having spotted a good spot to land, and that they would meet the at the coordinates.
"Well doesn't that bugger everything up," he said. "We have a wounded soldier down here, we cant walk that far!" but they were already on they're way.
"We'll walk towards you as soon as we land! Just try to start towards us!" The pilot replied.
"Sure," Cooper said. "Shit head. Alright Spoon. Climb onto my back, can you do that?"
Spoon hobbled over to Cooper and slowly…painfully hoisted himself onto Cooper's back.
"I may be totally gimped-out, but I'm not a total gimp, if you get my meaning." he said with a grin.
Lycanthrope Tales
Part 1. Spoon
Pvt. Phil Witherspoon looked around him dazedly as he sat up, hearing a noise. His vision was blurred and his head was spinning.
An Hour Earlier
"AGHH, YOU'RE A LAME EXCUSE FOR A WEREWOLF!" Spoon yelled angrily. The main and second floors of the house exploded and Spoon was thrown with force down into the basement and debris of all shapes and sizes fell from above him and surrounded and covered him, luckily, none of it landed on him to harm him, but seconds later, he blacked out.
The noise happened again. Spoon turned his head in the direction from which the noise came, although it was hard to tell because he was so buried in the wreck of the house. He armed himself with a long piece of metal rebar which he spotted laying in a patch of sunshine, which meant that he could probably dig out of this pit. He quietly pushed away at the chucks of house, and the sounds of footsteps drew close. He heard Sam the dog barking and then, a familiar voice.
"SAM! Come here boy, good dog, come here! That's a good puppy!" Cooper spotted the dog standing on a big pile of debris, madly barking as if there was something under it. Cooper loaded his rifle and aimed in the general vicinity of the pile. Sam began to dig and then licked at something he had uncovered. It was covered in blood, but It was alive.
Spoon saw daylight. Sam had uncovered him. He saw Cooper and shouted.
"Coop! Over here!"
"I thought you were dead Spoon! What happened?"
"It's a long story, let's just get out of here, and get somewhere safe!"
"Don't worry, I've already called a rescue team and given them our coordinates. I found a radio in a pile of junk after the explosion, no too different from the one your stuck in right now!" Cooper joked. "Come on, I think we've taken care of most of them in the blast (By the term them he meant the lycanthrope) but we're still not totally clear. There could be more out there…"
Cooper hoisted Spoon out of the rubble, and brushed him off. Spoon could not stand up right, and he had lost a lot of blood. Cooper could tell that he had broken his ankle, by the way it was swollen to roughly the size of an orange. Spoon was limping badly and the going was slow to the little cave made out of dirt and roots. As soon as they got there cooper got to work bandaging Spoon's ankle. It began to get darker and Cooper would take no chances with getting into trouble with any werewolves this time. "At least," he thought. "At least there's no full moon tonight."
"So, what you're saying is that, even though there is no full moon, they could still be in werewolf form?" Spoon asked. "Is that even possible? I mean, 24 hours ago, I didn't even believe that 'lycanthrope' existed. And a whole day after the full moon?" Spoon was baffled. "This is so fuckin' fucked up right now. I think I'm still in shock. Four of my best friends are dead, but I can't believe it. It's not real, it can't be real!"
At this point Spoon broke down and began sobbing. "This cant be happening!"
"Settle down Spoon, you tosser! I hear something!!"
It was something indeed. The sound of chopper blades flying close came into earshot and they saw the helicopter coming. Cooper jumped up and grabbed the flare gun which he had saved from the explosion and loaded it with the first flare. He shot it up into the sky and the helicopter pilot radioed down saying something about having spotted a good spot to land, and that they would meet the at the coordinates.
"Well doesn't that bugger everything up," he said. "We have a wounded soldier down here, we cant walk that far!" but they were already on they're way.
"We'll walk towards you as soon as we land! Just try to start towards us!" The pilot replied.
"Sure," Cooper said. "Shit head. Alright Spoon. Climb onto my back, can you do that?"
Spoon hobbled over to Cooper and slowly…painfully hoisted himself onto Cooper's back.
"I may be totally gimped-out, but I'm not a total gimp, if you get my meaning." he said with a grin.