10 Power View (original fiction by Xiphos)
I am death from afar. One shot, one kill. ROUGH TOUGH CAN'T GET ENOUGH! All
that Marine Corps bullshit they fill your head with kept running through my
mind. It struck the small part of my brain, not actively engaged
in survival, as funny what you think about in your dying moments. I'm
not injured but I'm certainly a dead man walking, or in my case, lying
in the prone supported firing position. Maybe I'm the last man on Earth, I
don't know. I lost the radio and my spotter four days ago. The last live
human being I saw was two days ago and his ass was about to be roasted,
alive, over a fire the poor bastard. I sent a 173 grain .308 boat tail round
launched at almost 2300 foot pounds of energy at the muzzle into his brain
bucket, happy trails bubba. I didn't know you in life brother but you're my
new best friend.
Here I am, again, on a hilltop surrounded by targets.
Except this time there's no slicks coming for me. No arty or fast movers to
cover me. The Marine Corps doesn't exist anymore, I am The Corps now. Fuck
me, I'm the Commandant. Some
Commandant I am, I don't even have flank security he got eaten. I guess the
God of Snipers that hardcore, hard ass, old breed Gunny in the sky is having
a laugh right about now. He's looking down on the last bad boy on Earth with
a rifle and the hard heart to use it; and here I am all by my lonesome deep
in Indian country. That's a gut buster right there isn't it motherfucker?
Yeah, well, fuck you Sniper God if you can't take a joke.
This is it
the final mission, time to run the OP order. Kill as many of the hairy man
beast cocksuckers as I can before I die. I have 50 rounds left for my sound
suppressed M40A3 rifle, an M4 carbine with four 30 round magazines, One Colt
Combat Commander 1911 with two extra mags, my personal Colt Python .357 with two speed loaders, A wicked sharp K Bar fighting
knife and one grenade. I'm going to use the grenade to take myself out and
take a few of the shitbirds with me. I've ringed my position as much as I
could with claymores and pressure mines; ready to counter bounce any of the
dumb bunnies that figure out I'm up here. I have primary, secondary and fall
back hides prepared. I'm down to one MRE and a half canteen of water and no
help coming. Shitfire, I got it good, its fucking raining aces my man. The
only thing that would make it better would be Jack Daniels and a pouch
of Levi Garret chew.
The sun will hit soon and I can shoot again. I'm
in my primary hide and ready for my last day. I just wish I could have nailed
one of the politicians or scientists that caused this mess. Those over
educated motherfuckers thought they were so smart. They promised us that
they could open an inter-dimensional rift and steal zero point energy
from another universe. No fuss, no muss, no bother. That's until the
giant, hairy, Cro-Magnon
looking bastards came through. They overwhelmed everything in no time. Who
knew that strong ass, Sasquatch
looking, sons of bitches armed with clubs, stone axes, spears and obsidian
knives could destroy the modern world? They did it in little more then a
month at that. I guess they were really, really hungry.
There was an
idea floating around that the cavemen had eaten there way through their
universe and when the rift was open they could smell food here in our world
so they just followed the scent. Before TV went down some joker on it said
that he had warned everybody that once the walls between the multiverses were
breached they would become weak and who knows what could happen. He theorized
that somehow the cavemen could exploit weakness in the dimensional walls and
travel through them. Maybe that's how the Sasquatches could hit in such
vast numbers. Holes opened exponentially and dumped them everywhere. The
cavemen are big, strong and dumb as a box of rocks but they're fast and oh so
lethal.
They brought their families, weapons, tools and boats with
them. The fucking lame-o politicians wanted to sign them up for welfare
and to vote. They wanted to "understand the root causes of
their aggression" instead of killing them. Fucking assholes, at least
I won't have to take it in the shorts anymore from scumbag
politicians.
The thing that really won the day for the Yetis was their
cavalry. They rode, what I guess you would call dinosaurs into combat.
They weren't true dinos since they could operate in cold weather just
fine, but I don't know what the fuck else to call them and nobody else
did either. The Dinos were about ten feet tall at the shoulder and maybe
six feet wide and about thirty feet long I guess and weighed about three
tons, all of it muscle. If you got bit or scratched you died in six
hours from the bacteria. The thing that really sucked about the dinos was
the tail. The tail was at least twenty feet long, massively strong with a
wicked barb on the end and it was prehensile. One swipe from that thing and
like forty people got dead fast. Just for shits and giggles, the
dinos could jump over 8 ft tall berms or go vertical up walls. The
hides were so armored up that small arms fire and explosives like LAAWS
and claymores didn't even penetrate those hide. AT4s could do some
damage in the right spots but It took planes and heavy explosives to
even slow them down. Maybe there is something to that intelligent design
BS that used to float around.
The Cavemen employed the dinos as a
troop carrier. Twenty of the Yetis rode on its back into combat. They did
several different things from up there. Sometimes the Yetis used long,
slender spears with fire harden bone tips. They could be very delicate in the
use of those spears. On one of the last Fox News broadcasts I saw a woman's throat opened up from one flick of a
caveman's wrist. The other thing they liked to do was get several of the
dinos in a line and string a rope between them and sweep an area. I think
those ropes had some thing to them that made the hemp like material
sharp. It decapitated or cut people in half if you got hit with it. Thanks
CNN for those pictures.
That's how the Sasquatches could sweep across China and Russia in three days. They took
Europe in two days, no surprise
there, since the Germans are basically French now. The French in typical
French fashion surrendered
no loss there. It was the same for Mexico, Central and South America, they fell fast. The Brits and Irish
made an epic stand in the typical epic Irish and British way, but
failed. It was the same for the wild Aussies. They met them on the beaches
and damn near pushed them back. We had managed to hold the line on the
Mexican border, just barely. The terrain was in our favor. To bad the wave
that came across the arctic took Canada and overwhelmed the northern defense sectors.
The ground was not their friend. Fucked and fucked so here I am.
At
least I'll die happy knowing my redneck, white trash ass outlived all those
useless Harvard educated cocksuckers. Right about now they're living out
their pansy ass recycling dreams. The beasts are leaving shit piles filled
with their remains all over the place. Who said politicians can't be
useful?
The Suns up and
behind me so no reflection from the scope lens, check. Targets are in the
open and milling about, check. Time to reduce my world to the range of the
Unertle 10x scope and do some work, find a target and drop it. Since these
things didn't seem to have any recognizable leadership cadre I just kill the
biggest or most animated based on the theory they're the leaders. Sometimes I
kill ones that are handy.
There's one. I bring up the rifle smoothly
and find my spot weld on the stock. I draw in a breath and let it out half
way as I position the cross hairs two inches up and to the right of Captain
Caveman's noggin to compensate for the drop and distance. I'm holding 3
pounds of slack on a four pound trigger waiting for the sure knowledge
that I'm going to hit my target. The trigger breaks clean and I know it's
a hit.
A half a second later I see the pink mist from a head shot. I
pivot slightly, riding the recoil and running the bolt, and take out
the female next to him, more mist. I drop two more males and a pair
of kids, a boy and girl. I've never thrown a bolt faster in my life,
its raining blood. Fuck you I whisper, its time for more payback, get
some. I know what I've become over the last few days. I've harden an already
stone heart.
I. AM. WAR.