The One That Got Away
Devin sped around the corner, shooting his gun out the window trying to kill the beast. It was very quick and agile. Jumping from the street, to a
wall, a lamp post, then back to the street. The thing had some speed. If he could just get it to stop for one second, it would be dead. But it was in
full flight mode now. There was no way he would be able to take it out without getting in a lucky shot.
He chased it for about a mile more before it went into the woods. At that point, he knew it was useless to follow. The beast would blend in well with
the snow and Devin didn't want to get cornered. Making his way back to the bar, he settled down on a stool and ordered a drink.
"So, the great yeti hunter has failed, has he?" A deep chuckle comes from the corner of the room. One of the several men who had been there when a
yeti was spotted in town had said it. "Thought you were gonna bag this one, isn't that what you said?"
Devin holds his drink up to the light to examine the amber liquid inside. Slowly turning his barstool to face the man, he smiles as he does so. "Well,
seen as how I have killed over thirty this month, it only seemed like a logical conclusion that I would get this one as well. How many have you killed
so far? Oh wait... you haven't." Devin turns his barstool back and finishes his drink. These local yahoos really got his blood boiling. Begging for
help when the yeti come to their town, then criticizing the people who come to help them.
He knew it was just because they felt inferior to the hunters. Not one man in here would be able to face the beasts and live to tell about it. But it
still got a little old. Every town, every city it was always the same. As soon as he had finished his drink he sat down at a table, waiting for the
others to come back from their hunt.
As he sat there, his thoughts went to the time before the great winter. The world used to be such a different place then. He remembered the lazy
summer days and the crisp nights of fall. Swimming in the ocean, playing on the beach. Those days were long gone now. Now there was only cold,
miserable winter. It snowed almost every day. And not long after the great winter came...they appeared, the yeti.
No one knew they even existed, really. Sure, there had been sightings throughout the years, but no one ever truly believed they were real. And no one
would have dreamed that their numbers matched ours, there were literally billions of these things. After they had attacked several big cities, killing
everything in their path, the government set out to exterminate them. They went to war with the beasts. There was great losses on both sides. But the
yeti couldn't win against our technology, having to retreat back to whatever place they originally came from.
Everyone thought the war was over but Devin knew it wasn't. They were just fighting more strategically now. Hitting the small towns almost every
night, they ran in packs of six to ten. Had the government been paying closer attention, they would realize that these things were just running a more
covert operation. That they hadn't truly given up. And now it was up to the people to take care of the problem. The government had more important
things to do then to protect its country.
The yeti didn't care who's blood they shed. Man or women, old or young. They just killed whoever, whatever was in their path. Devin had watched as
they took his wife and son's life. Not being able to do a damn thing to help. That is when he decided to join the hunters, a group of men and women
that went wherever they were needed to fight these things. And even though he had killed hundreds, Devin could never quite satisfy the hole that was
in his heart.
Whenever a town spotted the yeti, they would call the hunters. The nearest hunting party would show up and kill the beasts. All that was given in
return was free food and lodging, as well as resupplying the men after they were done with ammo and gear. Most of the hunters were doing it for the
same reasons Devin was, to seek revenge. Everyone in his group had a sad story to tell, and all of the stories involved the yeti.
Duke and Shelby were the first to return. It looked as though they had taken a beating. Shelby was helping Duke walk, wrapping an arm around his waist
for support. And the couple were covered in blood from head to toe. But as soon as they spotted Devin, both of them smiled and walked his way. He knew
they had done their job. He ordered two more drinks from the bar and listened intently as they told their tale.
Mike and Lewis arrived next, followed by Mark and Marie. All four of them walking in with somber looks upon their faces. Devin knew that someone had
died even before they opened their mouths. It wasn't one of the hunters, though. They were all accounted for. Devin listened to them as they told him
how many people had died, thirteen regular citizens. It was a hard fight and their deaths were unavoidable. Devin thought about the way the yeti
killed. It was a horrible way to die. Slicing you from head to toe with their long, razor sharp claws or gripping you by your neck with their teeth,
screaming and holding their hands up high in the air as the blood dripped down their chins. No one deserved to die that way, no one.
The bar was pretty full now as the towns people wanted to hear about the hunt. Each member of the party stood up on the table and recounted their
adventure, taking care not to mention how many people died in the fight. As Mark took his turn on the table, they heard the yeti outside. The sound of
their claws scraping on the walls and footsteps on the roof was unmistakable. Springing into action, each of the hunters grabbed a gun and took cover.
It was a horrible scene. Many of the towns folk had ran out into the streets. Screams of death and dying followed as the yeti attacked. There had to
be five or six of them out there. And Devin yelled in protest as a man opened the door to leave. He was cut down in one swift movement. Half his body
sliding to the floor while the other half fell backward. In the doorway stood the beast. It's claws dripping with fresh blood while he searched the
room for his next target.
It only took a few rounds to put that one down, the last shot went straight to the head. But while they were killing it, four more had gained entry
into the bar. They were so quick that no one could get a clean shot off. Each of the yeti targeted a different part of the room, and they killed
everyone in their path. Devin saw Marc and Lewis go down, although they did manage to kill the beast before they died. Lewis planted a knife deep into
its chest as the yeti tore at his throat.
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