บท 16: FARM - Fight, Ammunition, Rats, Milano
The next day I rose with the sun. By the time the last pink and red clouds of dawn had dissapeared I was already out cultivating the pumpkin patch. It was nice to hear the birds chirp. Bees remained unchanged and still did their job of pollinating the flowers. I guessed there was a tiny difference between wasps and bees, wasps could turn into Narts - into Monsters, bees couldn't.
I worked with Abby most of the morning. I was itching to ask her about Ryan, and eventually I did. "So, I saw that you and Ryan seemed to be hitting it off." I said casually. She gave me a stern look that screamed none-of-your-business but she couldn't keep a smile from showing on her pretty pink lips.
"I think he's really nice." She answered noncholantly.
"I think he thinks you're really nice too." I responded with a wink. She flipped me the bird which made me laugh. She definetely liked him. "And do you like working on a farm so far?"
"Yeah, it's cool - hey, what's that!" Abby broke off mid-sentence and pointed at the woods behind me. I turned around, there was nothing there - smash! A load of weeds and dirt landed on my neck, villianously slipping down my shirt. I slowly turned back to her and picked up a handful of dirt myself, Abby held her hands in front of her face defensivly.
A low growl interuppted out game. It was coming from right behind me. I don't know how it could have gotten from the woods which were over a hundred yards away all the way over to us in a matter of mere seconds, but it had. I turned around and raised my pitchfork menecingly.
There it was, the lion like creature with scoliosis. It's eyes locked with mine. Can you hear me, Mack? I almost dropped the pitchfork in surprise. It hadn't moved it's mouth at all. Where was that snarling voice coming from? Life wasn't kind to us, Mack. That's evolution. Will life be kinder to you? To Joline? The second it named Joline's name I regained control over myself. I brought my tool down onto it's mighty head, splitting it's face in half right down the middle. It sank to the ground, it's limbs twitched several times. Then it was still. I knew for sure that it hadn't spoken to me, it couldn't have. But their eyes probably possessed some kind of hypnotical force that made their prey go crazy when they locked eye contact. Evolution had given them one perk after all. I was rattled, I hadn't ever experienced something even slightly alike.
I didn't have time to process what had happened. A second after I'd killed the beast I heard a loud scream from the stables. I shot a quick glance at Abby who looked scared for her life. "Grab the shovel, let's go!" She obeyed. We ran towards the stables from which another high-pitched scream came.
I burst through the stable doors. Two more of the lion-like creatures were terrorizing the horses and Martin. Martin's leg had a large cut, blood stained his jeans. One of the horses had been beheaded but the body still staggered around for a second. Abby grabbed the door to steady herself.
I lunged into battle, swiping at the grey beasts with my pitchfork. "Abby, get Martin the fuck out of here!" I screeched. She daringly slipped past me. I took a blow from one of the fuck-ups. It almost knocked me to my feet but thankfully, there'd been no claws involved. I swiftly stabbed the creature in the side causing it to yowl in pain. Abby had reached Martin, he lay his arm over her shoulder and they started to carefully walk towards the exit. I banged the pitchfork against the metal bars of the stable, luring the monsters over to me. "Go faster!" I screamed at Abby.
Luckily for me Ryan and Fred showed up behind me, Ryan holding a rake and Fred a wooden club. We advanced on the hissing animals. I swung my pitchfork but the motherfucker dodged it. Chaos errupted around me. I couldn't see anything except for pig grey paws, twisting and turning backs, several human arms including my own. I head the metallic thud of our farming tools against their natural weaponry.
I head something snap and prayed for it to be one of the beasts bones and not one of ours. But in the corner of my eye I saw Ryan drop to the ground. Making a little puff of hay explode next to me. The lion sneezed. I made a fuss about kicking up more of the hay as I continued to fight. It confused them and for the first time, it looked like we could be winning.
The horses were wildly stomping and neighing in their stalls. It was a traumatizing experience for them, one that would leave scars. One of the beasts tails hooked under my feet, causing me to fall on my ass.
And then bang-bang. Albert popped up behind us with a hunting rifle in his hands. Two shots were fired and the two beasts fell. Headshots. He stuck out his hand and I took it, he helped me up. "You alright, Mack?" I nodded and pointed at Ryan. I was too out of breath to speak.
It turned out that Ryan had just been knocked unconcious. There was nothing futher to worry about. They rushed out of the little barn to see how Martin was holding up. I took a second to speak soothing words to the horses. They didn't really calm down, but I was pretty sure they knew I was going to come back for them in a short while.
Martin's leg looked bad, but it wasn't fatal. The claws had missed the artery. Abby and Ryan bandaged him up. The disinfection looked painfull, Martin yowled like he was one of the lion-beasts himself. Abby had the smallest fingers so she was the one who had to sew the wound shut. She was very precise and astonishingly fast. I was quite in awe of the way she worked. After I helped wrap his leg up I excused myself to go back to the stable to calm the horses down.
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