In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... with soreness.

No one was quick to rise the next morning. Everyone was feeling the trauma of yesterday’s wounds, and the bruises were vast and many.

“Those of us who can travel should head for Runa. Those who can’t should wait here for help to arrive,” said the German man in his native language.

“We should do something about these bodies first,” said Sam in kind. “We need to collect them, pile them up, anything. We can’t leave them where they are to be scavenged and rot.”

“American, yes? You speak German?”

“I know enough to get by, along with some French and a few words in Italian. If we don’t have the strength to deal with the dead, we won’t make it far through the forest. Besides, the fact that our train never made it to Bucharest will draw plenty of attention. We shouldn’t have to wait long for help to arrive.”

“You make a good point.” He extended his hand. “Volker Hofmann.”

Sam shook his hand. “Sam Wilks.”

The word was spread among the survivors that the dead were to be collected. They moved through the cars, grabbing mangled bodies and dragging them out into the sun. Women cried, and men crossed themselves, trying not to look at the smashed and contorted faces of the victims. Luck, that was all that separated the two groups. Had they been sitting in a different location, had they grabbed onto something else for support, or had they simply faced in another direction, they would be dead. That was all that separated the corpses and those who now ...

... carried them. Sam wished this was a new experience, but he had done more than his fair share of hauling corpses during the war. At least these bodies hadn’t been chopped into pieces by artillery and machine gun fire.

They laid the bodies out in the morning sun, but a scream soon cut through the autumn air. A pack of wolves was feeding on one of the corpses and dragging another into the woods. Enraged by their audacity, one of the survivors ran over while screaming and waving a stick. They felt no fear at his charge, and one leaped into the air with its jaws spread wide. Sam drew his pistol and fired a single shot, piercing the wolf’s heart and killing it midair. The rest continued the attack, biting the man from all sides and tearing into his flesh. He screamed in agony as his blood soaked the ground. Sam, Volker, and the other men charged in with any makeshift weapon in reach. The wolves snarled and howled, refusing to give up their food.

BOOM!

Volker blasted one of the wolves with a shotgun, knocking it off its feet with its pelt turning red. The crack of a pistol didn’t dissuade the wolves, but the thunderclap of a shotgun decimated their courage. They hastily retreated, but surprising everyone, the wolf Volker shot slowly got up and limped away, wounded but alive.

“We might have to rethink splitting up,” said Sam, panting heavily while others tended to the wounded man. He instinctively checked his pistol and removed the empty bullet casing. Four bullets.

“We ...