In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... but that raised everyone’s hopes that it would work. If a rampaging rhino couldn’t smash its way out, then even Danut would struggle. Once they got the cage onto the cart, they left the area as quickly as possible. They also took the dead soldiers to provide a proper burial at Runa and use their equipment.

They arrived at Runa just as the sun was approaching the horizon. The villagers had been busy turning the Town Square into a fortress. Barricades were erected between the buildings to create a ring, and all outward-facing doors and windows were boarded up. All the villagers were gathering in a few buildings, huddling together in fear of the coming night. It would be a cramped, uncomfortable evening with little sleep, but it was the safest place for everyone.

Sam, Volker, and all the men were anxious, each armed with whatever weapons they could get. Hammers, sickles, and hatchets hung from belts, pitchforks and knives were tied to shotguns and rifles as makeshift bayonets, axes and scythes were sharpened, and wooden spears were distributed to the women as the last line of defense. Numerous torches and lanterns burned in the Town Square, keeping the area lit so Danut couldn’t sneak in. Their defenses had one weakness: an opening meant to lure Danut in so they could attack from all sides. All they had to do was wait, but that in itself was agonizing.

The men paced back and forth, peaking through the boarded-up windows. Those with rifles sat up on the roofs, trying ...

... not to shiver. As the hands of the tavern clock reached ever higher, no sightings were reported, but they could hear plenty of noise in the village. An inhuman growl echoed, accentuated by the occasional snarl.

“Come on, you bastard,” Sam muttered, standing on the tavern porch with Volker.

“Do you think he knows we’re here?” Volker asked.

“He’s already circled our location twice, so there’s no doubt about it. I don’t know if he’s smart or a coward.”

Sam checked his gun for the umpteenth time that night. Three bullets. Shotgun shells were aplenty, and veterans like himself living in Runa had a stash of rifle rounds, but no one had any pistol ammunition.

“I must ask, why do you check your gun so often? Even when everything is safe and quiet, I see you checking that thing. That cylinder is going to pop out soon if you don’t ease up.”

Sam sighed. "This is the Colt 1851 Navy Revolver that my grandfather used in the American Civil War. It served him well then, so I brought it with me to use in the Great War. When America first joined the fighting, we had no fucking idea what we were doing. Our tactics hadn't changed since Gettysburg. We were still doing bayonet charges, for Christ's sake. Our training left us completely unprepared. Anyway, in one of my first battles in the trenches, we get the order to advance. I run my ass off along with hundreds of other guys, and we're just getting mowed down.

I drop down into a shell crater and try to shoot over the edge, but ...