Dead Horse Rising - 77"Do you have kids?" Margie asked.Dead Horse Rising - 77 by Kereth-Midknight
Together, their eyes scanned the yard ahead, looking out the windows of the front parlor. All was still, at the moment. A car had come screeching by a few minutes back, and there was the occasional sign of a wandering individual, but nothing that had concerned them directly.
The question came well after dark. Their dinner completed, the group had sequestered themselves within Dr. Barton's house, secured behind all possible defenses, and had taken up stations to protect it. Kent was on the west-facing side of the house, toward the front yard, with Miranda opposite, facing the back yard to the east. Mortimer secured the south side of the building, with Dr. Barton to the north. The girl was assigned the responsibility of reloading clips as needed and making sure people stayed awake, and Margie, having the baby to look after (and because Kent and the doctor had privately agreed that they didn't want too much responsibility placed on the shoulders of someon
Dead Horse Rising - 76It would have been a mistake to assume they were safe. The sound of their vehicle kicking into motion carried over much of the surrounding neighborhood, and as they pulled out onto the road, figures were already emerging from nearby buildings, moving to cut them off.Dead Horse Rising - 76 by Kereth-Midknight
It felt like something out of an action movie. John reacted as though it was, following prompts he'd learned from countless better-trained road warriors on the big screen. Never mind that those prompts usually involved driving with two hands.
Clumsily shifting gears, he revved his engine, letting it roar as he tore for the nearest available opening with all speed. Figures lunged from both sides, and he swerved in a zigzag pattern to avoid them, making the vehicle lurch from side to side as he did so. He kicked the gears up one by one as the engine grew louder and louder. He was going fast enough, soon, that many of those who heard him coming did not have time to intercept, while others were becoming hesitant to try. Good.
Dead Horse Rising - 75"Come on, just forget it," Stephen was saying, "Maybe we can try again tomorrow. It's as good as dark already. Somebody will notice us soon."Dead Horse Rising - 75 by Kereth-Midknight
John shook off his hand.
"Not yet. I'm so close, I know it."
He examined the multicolored wires in front of him. There were far more than he expected, and after a few tries, he'd ended up pulling them all out. He hoped that wasn't a mistake. Some wires had to be held to the place they were originally attached to, he suspected, while two of them, somewhere, had to be stuck together. After thorough experimentation, he'd found out two of them were for the horn, and he was careful not to touch those two together (or to any others) again, along with a few similar discoveries, and most importantly, he'd found that putting the two red ones seemed to run electricity to most of the car, but. . .
Stephen shook him by the shoulder again.
"Come on, man. Really. I think it's time for us to go. I heard something."
. . . but it didn't actually start the engine.
A different kind of apocalypse - Spnboys!AU. 2A different kind of apocalypse - Spnboys!AU. 2 by Laurenthebumblebee
Ten months in- 6th August 2016, 5:45am;
Dean lay flat against the battered and ripped couch, his head shaping to the couch itself as he was lay on his front, head to the side, the couch fabric probably intending his skin, his hand clutched just above his head at a pistol, fully loaded and laying firmly in his grip as he always had it for emergencies.
The couch had tempted him the night before when he was exhausted from his days work with his brother, it had been a long week, both of them put together only had about a days sleep within the six days of the week. The couch looked abandoned, despite its brown stains and damp material. To Dean, it looked like it needed some lovin' as he liked to put it. He just remembered pouncing at the opportunity, the tiredness draining him s
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