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DEAD WAR

DEAD WAR

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DEAD WAR

By

CHAD FLEAGLE



The author unleashes more frightening visions of dark shadows in our brightly lighted environment. This exciting story explores the theory of a spiritual realm, and nerve-racking psychological suspense. This story clearly illustrates the author’s ability to juggle science fiction and imperiling doom while spinning horror and fear into great entertainment. The author is a clever writer with a sharp sense of irony and his characters continue to be strong, cunning and very believable. Such a talent is destined to impact the literary world.





About The Author



Chad Fleagle is in his late twenties and has been writing since age ten. He is a masterful storyteller and his screen and teleplays reveal a vibrant imagination. His experienced and urbane writing style evokes a sense of being there, which all writers strive for, but so few achieve.
DEAD WAR

By

CHAD FLEAGLE



The author unleashes more frightening visions of dark shadows in our brightly lighted environment. This exciting story explores the theory of a spiritual realm, and nerve-racking psychological suspense. This story clearly illustrates the author’s ability to juggle science fiction and imperiling doom while spinning horror and fear into great entertainment. The author is a clever writer with a sharp sense of irony and his characters continue to be strong, cunning and very believable. Such a talent is destined to impact the literary world.





About The Author



Chad Fleagle is in his late twenties and has been writing since age ten. He is a masterful storyteller and his screen and teleplays reveal a vibrant imagination. His experienced and urbane writing style evokes a sense of being there, which all writers strive for, but so few achieve.

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The unit has been destroyed, that’s for sure, there’s no way the demons can
repair it. The night has been stressful for them all. They slept in the dorm,
the morning bell wakes them. For everyone else its class time, for these five
men, life’s about to take a drastic turn for the worst.

“What time is it?” Kyle mumbles.

“Eight O’clock.” Eric says, looks at his watch.

Bob’s shoulder feels better, the bandage job was well done, Professor Reid
gets to his feet.

“That’s odd.” He says, walks over to the door. “What’s odd, Professor?”
Eric asks. “Well, as you know. At this time of the morning the noise beyond
this door should be deafening. But, it’s quite outside.”

“You’re right.” Kyle says.

He opens the door, what he sees makes him turn and vomit.

“What the hell, Kyle?” Eric jumps.

“Out in the hall.” He says.

Everyone in the room glances at each other and walk to the open door. It’s
the most graphic scene of violence they’ve ever laid eyes upon.

The hall’s littered with nearly a hundred students. Each one has been
slaughtered, in their own separate way. Vital organs and several human
heads add to the gore. Blood drips from the walls, forms a crude puddle on
the floor.

“Dear Lord in heaven.” Eric gasps. “What could’ve done this?”

“Look there.” The Professor points, to the far wall. “On the wall there.”

Not able to remain, the two soldiers return to the room.

On the wall is a message, it reads: “This is a warning Johnson brothers.
You’ve caused this bloodshed when you destroyed your new unit. Come to
the Base at midnight. Or you shall be the ones lying in a pool of blood.
Bring your friends, we’ll have a party.”

“It... looks as if we have no choice.” Eric comments. The Professor nods in
agreement. “What’s on the wall, brother?” Eric closes the door. “It’s a
warning, from our demon friends.”

Blood seeps under the door into their room.

“Shit.” Bob runs a hand through his hair. “Not them.” “Yes, them. They
want us to be at the Base at midnight.” “What if we don’t go?” Tom asks.

“We’ll end up like those poor bastards in the hall.” Eric sighs.

“Great.” Kyle paces. “Just fucking great, man.” He points at his brother.
“I’m not going, Eric. You hear me, I’m not going.”

“We have to go Bro. We have no other choice. Don’t you understand?”

“We’ll need weapons.” The Professor notes. “There’s a sporting goods store
a block from here.”

“Lets go.” Kyle says.

“Not that way, Bro. We’ll go out the window.” He raises the window, a
small bush blocks their way. They push pass it, stand in the parking lot.
There are no noises, no cars speed by on the street. Even stranger, the two
cars at the intersection haven’t moved, even as the light signal turns green.

The sky is black with clouds, they jump, lightning streaks the sky, a rumble
of thunder follows. They stand there, feel as if they’ve went through a time

warp to a different world, an alternate earth. In a way, it would’ve been
better for them if they had.

The world is dying!

“This is weird.” Kyle says. “It’s so damn silent.” He’s not really sure, but he
swears his voice echoes, it really hadn’t done so. The thing that bothers them
the most, are the two cars, why haven’t they moved?

“Lets check the cars.” Eric suggests.

“What?” Kyle stares at him. “There you go again, acting crazy. You go
ahead,” He shoos his brother away. “I’ll stay right here.”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Who’s coming with me?” “I will.”
The Professor says. “Count me in.” Bob replies. “Same here.” Tom answers.
They head for the cars. Kyle looks around. “That’s fucking great.” He
protests. “I’m not staying here by myself.” He jogs after them. “Hey, wait
up.”

Eric smiles as he catches up.

“What are you smiling at? You wouldn’t have stayed either.” “Lets go,
macho man.” Eric joshes.

They approach the first car, a black Saturn. Its engine isn’t running. They go
to the driver side, there’s a man inside, throat torn out. Flies buzz around the
bloody wound, his eyes seem to stare at them.

“Another stiff.” Kyle shakes his head. “What’s going on?” “Professor, can
you check the other car, please?” Eric asks.

“Sure, Eric.”

The other car is a gray Mercedes, it also sits silent. Before he reaches the
car, he spots a dead woman within, face missing, mouth frozen in a scream.
He hears a sound come from the car, like a girls whine. He makes his way to
the driver’s side, peers in, sees only the corpse. He then looks in the rear,
spots two young women, they huddle together on the floor.

“Dear, God.” He gasps.

He tries the door, finds it locked.

The girls begin to scream as he attempts to enter. Eric hears the screams,
races to the car.

The others stare at the stiff in the Saturn, follow quickly behind.

“What’s going on, Professor?”

The Professor points to the backseat.

“Lets get them out. They could be hurt.”

“We can’t.” He admits. “They’ve locked the doors.” “Girls, my names, Eric
Johnson. We’re not going to harm you. We just want you to come with us,
it’ll be safer that way.” They appear to calm some.

“Open the door, girls.” He tries the door. “We’re not going to harm you.”

The blonde unlocks the door, Eric opens it.

“Come on,” He holds out a hand. “You’re safe now.” They jump from the
car and embrace him, in tears. “You always get the girls.” Kyle pouts.

“Cool it Kyle?”

The girls cling to Eric all the way to the sporting goods store. They stop
before entering the store. “Tom, Bob?” He calls them over. “You’re armed,
go in and check out the place.

If there are any stiffs inside, clear them out. I don’t want these girls to see

them.”

“Sure, man.” Bob says.

“No problem.” Tom adds.

They enter the store, guns at the ready. One stiff is spotted, a heavy set man
wearing bright orange hunting gear, a hole in his chest where a heart was.
Finally, there’s the clerk behind the glass gun display, minus a head. They
don’t have to move them far, they place them in the back room, return
outside.

“It’s safe.” Tom says. “Come on in.”

“Thanks, guys.” Eric says.

Bob gives him a thumbs up.

They head inside, Kyle’s eyes light up. He runs to a rack, grabs
a twelve-gauge shotgun. “Oh shit.” He smiles. “I feel better all ready.” He
pumps the gun.

“Pick lightweight weapons.” Eric says. “The bigger ones will
be harder to carry.” Eric looks at his brother, whom has two shotguns and
two ammo belts around his chest.

Make my day Punk.” Kyle smiles. Tom and Bob each choose a
rifle with a sniper scope, and another nine-millimeter pistol. Professor Reid,
with his love for the old west. Finds two Peacemaker handguns, a
Winchester rifle, and an authentic gunfighters belt. Eric leaves the two girls
in the care of a very grateful Kyle, who chooses two forty-four-magnum
pistols, he figures it’s more than enough firepower.

“Eric thinks he’s, Dirty Harry.” Kyle smiles.

They take time to load their weapons. Extra ammo is stuffed
into a duffle bag, all except Kyle’s, which he brandishes around his chest.

“I think it would be wise to stay here until midnight.” Eric

notes.

“That’s a good idea.” The Professor says.

A loud thump from the back room. Kyle pumps one of his

shotguns.

“What the hell was that?” He asks.

“Tom? Where did you guys put the stiffs?”

“In the back room.” Tom answers. There’s a loud moan from

the room, followed by a gurgle.

“Oh, man.” Eric hisses. “That person doesn’t sound very
happy.” Everyone yells as the headless stiff walks out from the back room.
A large explosion from Kyle’s shotgun, a mounted head of a deer bursts
over the stiff’s head. The crack of Professor Reid’s Peacemaker sounds out,
bullet after bullet. Six holes penetrate the stiffs chest, it staggers, continues
forward. He pulls his second Peacemaker, puts six more bullets into it, it
falls to the floor.

“Damn.” Kyle smiles. “Dude’s John Wayne.”

The heavyset stiff lumbers into view. “Raaaarrrh.” Kyle shouts and runs
toward the stiff.

“Arrrhhh.” The stiff cries.

Kyle aims the gun at its face. “Eat this, fat boy.”

SK-BOOM...

Its head explodes in a shower of blood and brain matter, he
blows smoke from the barrel. “No problem.” He smiles. The body falls on
him. “Help.” He freaks. “It’s going to kill me.”

Eric shoves the body off.

“What took you so long?” Kyle gets to his feet. “It could’ve
killed me.” “That’s hard for it to do, when it’s dead already.” Eric smiles.
“No shit, its dead. It’s a zombie, Eric.” “I mean, it’s dead for good now.
Your shotgun saw to that.”

“Oh yeah.” Kyle smiles. “My shotgun.” He sticks his chest out.
“I mean, damn right my shotgun saw to it. Blew its ass away.” “Give it up,
Kyle.” Eric laughs.

Both girls had fainted before the first shot was fired which was
good. It would have been difficult trying to control two hysterical females
during the action. Fortunately they had locked the front door. Their shooting
has attracted fifteen zombies, they surround the storefront.

“Fucking A.” Kyle stares out a window. “Look outside.” Eric
races to a window, jumps back as a rotted hand shatters the glass. The other
windows shatter inward, rotted hands poke through. The girls are awakened
by the sound, they scream their heads off. Gunfire blazes out the windows,
sound deafening, not the gun fire, the girls screaming.

“SHUT UP.” The men shout in unison.

The girls instantly quiet down.

Kyle gets pumped, each new hand that pokes through his
window. “Oh, you want some?” He shouts. “You too?” A shotgun blast.
“You want some more?”

With the combined strength of their firepower, unlimited supply
of ammo, the last stiff falls, two has hours passed.

“I’m whipped.” Kyle sighs. “Come and eat me you assholes.”
“No need for surrender, Bro. They’re all dead.”

Eric checks on the girls. “Are you all right?” He places a hand
on the blondes shoulder. They scream in unison, all the men turn their
weapons in his direction. “Whoa, guys.” He holds both hands in the air.
“Nothing to shoot at over here.”

They lower their weapons.

“Look, it’s all right now. The stiffs are dead, and the shooting’s
stopped.” They calm once again, enough to tolerate. “How long is it going to
take those two to chill out?” Kyle asks.

“I don’t know.” He looks them over. “They must’ve had one

hell of a traumatic experience.”

“It would appear so, Eric.” The Professor says. “That must’ve
been their Mother in the car with them.” “Damn shame.” Tom says.

“Mother?” The blonde shouts as she grabs Eric by his shirt.
“Mother?” She beats on his chest. “I’ll kill you, you bastard.”

“Chill, woman.” Kyle grabs her off his brother. “He didn’t kill
your Mother. Those walking stiffs did.” The brunette pulls a knife from her
pocket, rushes Kyle with it. “Look out, Kyle.” Eric warns. “She’s got a
knife.” He shoves the blonde away, turns to the crazed brunette. Knocks her
senseless with a right cross, she falls to the floor with a weak cry.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” The blonde shouts. “You

didn’t have to do that. Sarah?”

They all look at each other. “Sarah?” Eric says. The blonde runs
to her sister’s side. “You all right, sis?”

“Yes.” Sarah sits up. “I’m all right.”

“Good.” She lays a coat under her sister’s head. “You rest for a
while.” She approaches Kyle, shoves him. “Come on, asshole.” She shouts.
“You want to hit me now? You like hitting girls?”

Another shove. “Come on.”

Kyle is shocked by her reaction. Here’s a girl that but two hours
ago was in a state of shock, now she’s acting completely normal. “Look,
lady. I’m sorry for hitting your sister. But I didn’t have much choice.” He
looks her in her eyes. “With her having a blade and all.”

“You still didn’t have to hit her.” She pouts. “I would’ve stopped her.” “You
seemed pretty content on beating the hell out of my brother.” He shrugs.
“Lady, how was I to know?”

“My name’s not, Lady. It’s, Lisa Welch.” Her anger turns to
tears. “I’m sorry.” She cries. “It’s just all that’s been happening, it’s all so
fucking crazy.”

Kyle tries to put an arm around her. “No... please.” She pushes
away his comfort, walks over to Eric. “Hold me.” She says. Kyle’s mouth
drops open. “What’s up with that?” He says.

Kyle realizes what he did was wrong, he approaches Sarah.
“Look.” He kneels beside her. “Sarah is it? I just wanted to say...” Her fist
lands in his face. “Damn.” He holds his face, stands. “I can’t win damn it.”

Sarah smiles at him, he spots her. “Nice punch.” He smiles,

rubs his chin “Thanks.”

He points to a spot next to her. “May I?” “Sure.” “Thank you.”

He sits.

“Good.” Eric smiles. “Now we’re all friends again. Let me
introduce everyone, Lisa.” He turns to the group. “This is, Professor Charles
Reid.”

“Pleased to meet you.” The Professor smiles.

“That is, Bob Rose and his friend Tom Patrick.” “They’re MPs from the
Army Base.” “What’s up?” Bob says. “How you doing?” Tom asks. “That’s
my brother Kyle, over by your sister.”

“Yo.” Kyle waves. “And I’m, Eric Johnson.” He smiles. “Hi,

guys.” Lisa says.

“Kyle’s your name eh,” Sarah asks.

“Uh-huh. Look, I really am sorry for hitting you.” “And I’m

sorry I hit you as well.”

Eric sighs, he knows he must tell the girls about their mistake.

The one that started all this.

“Lisa, Sarah? I have something to tell both of you. Something

very important.”

Kyle stands, walks over to his brother. “Don’t tell them, Eric.”
He says. “I have to, Kyle. “No... you don’t have too.”

“Tell us what?” Lisa asks. “What’s going on, Eric?”

Eric forms words on his lips.

“Don’t do it, man. It’ll fuck up the mood.” He points at his

brother. “And you know it.”

“Damn it, Kyle. Shut up.” Eric shouts. “We have to tell them,

it’s the right thing to do.”

“Whatever.”

“What I’m about to tell you girls is hard for me to accept.” He
takes a deep breath. “My brother and I are science majors at the local
College. We had been working on a special project. A project to open a
doorway into the spirit world.”

“Excuse me?” Lisa smiles. “You mean where we go when we

die, that spirit world?”

“Yes.” He agrees. “The unit worked perfect, a portal was
opened.” He looks at his brother. “Then the Army stole the unit from us. We
have reasons to believe that a demon has raised the worlds dead.”

“What are you trying to say, Eric?” Sarah asks. “I’m saying, I
think we may be the cause of the world going to shit all of a sudden. I’m
almost certain.”

“Then you’re responsible for our Mothers death.” The idea
sinks in. “Tell me it’s not true, Eric. Tell me it’s not true.” “I’m sorry.” He
shakes his head, in shame. “I’m sorry.”

“No, damn you.” She slams her fists into his chest. “Damn you,

damn you.”

“Look, Sarah...” Kyle turns to her. “We didn’t...” She turns from him. “Great
fucking move, Eric.” He turns to his brother. “You see what’s happened? I
told you.”

“You don’t like it? Why don’t you do something about it.”
“Lets go.” Kyle motions him on with his hands. “Right now asshole.” Kyle
throws his shotguns to the floor, Eric tosses his guns. Kyle charges his
brother with a yell, his right fist catches his brother on the nose, blood
sprays. Two hard blows erupt into Kyle’s stomach, a swift uppercut follows.
Kyle’s cut lip rips wide, blood flows, he falls to the floor. “You fucker.” He
stands. A quick left and right from Kyle, Eric crashes to the floor.

“Stop them.” Lisa shouts.

Eric returns to his feet, blood runs from his nose, gash above
his left eyebrow. “You’ve had it.” They charge, find themselves stopped by
Tom and Bob.

“That’s enough, man.” Bob yells, Kyle struggles to break from

his grasp, unable to do so.

“Cool it, man.” Tom holds Eric at bay. “We should be worried
about fighting the demons, not ourselves. “ Eric eyes the young M.P.

“You cool, man?” Tom asks. “Yeah, I’m cool.” He answers.

“I’m cool.”

“Get off me, man.” Kyle shoves Bob off, stares at him. “I’m
calm.” He points to Eric. “He’s nothing.”

“Just cool it, Kyle.” Bob says. “Don’t tell me what to do. Mind
your own damn business.” He picks his shotguns up, sits at the far side of
the store, alone.

“You all right, Eric?” Tom asks.

“I’ll live.” He replies.

The remainder of their time is spent sleeping. In two short

hours, it’ll be midnight.

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