Set in a post-apocalyptic world, my second short 'story' encounters a stand off between a survivor and a genetically engineered.... thing... Again, it's decent for what it is.
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The dry, arid dust crumbles in my grasp as the hot, hard sun beats down on my upturned face. I'd say the temperature is around 40 degrees: that is the average for south-east Britain nowadays. I'm kneeling on a mound of dirt in, um, a street, I believe the name is.
If I look left, I see a brown-grey building of about 4 stories with blown out windows and chips in the stonework all over it. If I look right, I see a meat shop with no glass front and a counter covered in a thick layer of dust and grime. If I look forwards, a similar sight meets my eyes, and backwards, the same.
I hear a moaning behind me, so I stand up and spin. There is a man in torn grey overalls, with grey-green puss oozing from several wounds. His face is bloody and torn, and very worn out. This, however, is not a zombie; this is a Gene-Stealer. The name comes from their trait to kill you and then take your DNA to clone you, as they are genetically engineered war organisms.
I pull a heavy gun from my belt, a Type-F Electromagnetic HEAT Gun, and point it at the Stealer. A switch by my thumb is red, so I press it resulting in a change to green, and it starts humming. I look through the iron-sight at its head and fire...
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Omnibus: Volume I
Short StoryThis is my first Omnibus of short universe-opening narratives I have written. This spans stories all the way from my first, to near present, so please bear with the (short) and (rubbish) earlier stories - it gets better. Trust me.
