Death Walker part 4

It's a well known fact that a battery dropped off the roof of a building will break through the skull of the average human, instantly killing them. A less popular (but probably just as well known) fact is that a bullet fired straight down out of a .50 caliber bolt action sniper rifle will do effectively the same thing.

It's just a lot messier.

The woman's head snapped back sending a spray of brain matter and bone shards over the concrete. Her body remained standing just a few seconds longer before her knees went weak and she crumbled into a heap. She didn't bleed out, her heart had already stopped, or maybe it wasn't beating when Terrance shot her.

"Tssk that's the cat's meow!"

He didn't get any response from Sandy and he was laying real still after the Necros had thrown him aside. Both of the Necros were circling the body of the dead woman. They slumped near her and the Necros seemed to be morning. But then they attacked the corpse, shredding into to the fragile body and pulling away limbs and chunks of flesh. Terrance thought he was going to be sick. He breathed hard and swallowed back the churning in his stomach.

Terrance dragged his satchel of supplies down one flight of stairs before abandoning them and taking the next five with only his rifle and a couple of frag grenades. The rifle still had the tripod connected to it, but he was in too much of a hurry to worry with it. He was breathing heavily by the time he got to the lobby of the building and almost fell over as he stumbled outside.

Both of the Necros were still tearing at the bits of flesh and bone that could barely be called a corpse anymore. The visor on Terrance's gas mask started to fog up as he made his way to the prone body of his friend. His foot caught on something solid and his rifle clattered to the ground as he stumbled a few feet. Terrance whipped around to look at the Necros. The dog shaped Necros was glaring at him, but the humanoid Necros was stuffing entrails into it's mouth with it's back turned to him. He calmed his breathing and visor cleared up.

Bending down to pick up the rifle his hand brushed against something hard. The golden skull was looking up at him.

"Score. This will get some MREs and maybe ammo." Terrance scooped the skull up and held it under an arm pit and picked up his gun with his other hand.

A slow groan slipped from Sandy's lips and Terrance crawled over to his friend while keeping an eye on the dog Necros. Sandy was still alive but appeared to be exhausted and sweat was covered his face. Terrance put the golden skull onto Sandy's stomach and swung his rifle to rest on his back. Then with one smooth motion he picked up the weak body of his friend and started walking toward a beat up jeep that waited a few buildings down from the building they had spent the night in.

The clatter of rubble on concrete alerted Terrance and he turned slowly around. Necros ate quickly, and they were always hungry. Nothing was left of the woman. No flesh or bones, even her long flowing blonde hair had found it's way into a Necros belly. They were eyeing him now.

He wouldn't be able to make it to the vehicle with Sandy in tow before the Necros caught up. Even without the dead weight he would feel the powerful talons of the beasts ripping into him long before he could make it to the safety of the faster vehicle. The ugly blood stained maw of the humanoid Necros seemed to be smiling.

"I can walk. Put me down, but don't run. You'll just make them thirst for the hunt."

"Yeah, right. Don't run. You just don't want to be the one they get to first. We are seriously screwed."

Sandy laughed and this made him cough viciously. "Everything dies, we just have to worry about when."

A soft clink of metal on metal caught Terrance's ears and he noticed Sandy had snagged one of his grenades. And was about to throw it.

"My life wasn't nearly this exciting before I met you."

"Consider yourself blessed, and get ready to run."

The grenade arced over the heads of the Nercros pair to land on some rubble and slide back down next to them. The dog Necros sniffed at it. Then chunks of Necros were raining down from the sky. Terrance ran and pulled Sandy behind him as fast as they could go. Sick sounds of muscle tearing and bones snapping filled the air as the flesh of the Necros began to mend.

Terrance threw his friend into the drivers seat and jumped into the back. Sandy had the keys anyway and this was no time change driving arrangements. Sandy started the vehicle expertly and pulled off. There was a brief period of time when Terrance thought that every thing was going to be alright. They had lost some supplies, but most of the food and essentials were in the Jeep. A black streak of muscle and fury caught his eye a second too late. The dog Necros. It was moving too fast for the Jeep to even matter, too fast for physics to explain properly, and much too fast for Terrance to swing his rifle around.

Sandy managed to keep the Jeep from flipping as the entire Jeep lurched from the impact. But, now he had a hand full of steering wheel and was fighting to get the vehicle straight again.

Terrance only had the rifle between him and the ugly abomination and it had already bitten off the tripod and had started gnawing on the barrel of the gun. Twisting around for leverage he managed to get the gun pointing the right way. Right into the things blackened mouth.

"Sit! Stay! Good dog!" Terrance pulled the trigger and blew the back off of the mutt's head.

The body went limp and tumbled to the ground were it rolled to a stop amid the dust and the smoke from the Jeep's exhaust. It didn't get back up.