In! Many thanks, Xyem!

Draw entered.

In.

Miklos examined the magazine, using the clear plastic panel on the side to visually confirm the contents. Each of the twenty bullets had a color-coded band around it for ease of identification. Seventeen high-explosive discarding sabot, followed by three hollow-points. Satisfied that he had the proper loadout, he set the magazine on the table, next to seven others. All had identical contents.

When facing off against an Interloper, the entire clip was needed. Seventeen shots to crack open their inch-thick armor plating, immediately followed by three shots to rip apart the critter inside. All twenty shots aimed at the same spot, on an armored behemoth four meters tall. Typically while in the path of a charging 'loper, so it had to be done fast.

In the past week, Miklos had killed twelve of the beasts, with nothing more than a high-powered handgun. Everyone else resorted to rocket launchers, or miniguns, or elaborate traps. All Miklos needed was a full clip, a clear shot, and six seconds.

In as always ! thanks :)

The next day was Sunday again, and the caterpillar ate through one nice green leaf, and after that, he felt much better.

In!
Thank you.

It was too quiet.

Joaquin hated this part. The silence before. For almost 3 months now, he and the rest of the partygoers had been effectively locked in the mansion, waiting for the army to deliver on their promise of rescue. Funny way to spend a birthday, he reflected. He'd heard that Jeffery's afterparties tended to last far longer than most, but they used to have an end where people could go home.

Not that there was a home to go back to, anymore.

Joanna was the first to hear about it, on that little pocket radio of hers she always had plugged into one ear. Joaquin never understand how she managed to talk to people with that noise competing for attention. Thank God he never complained about it, or else he'd feel like the biggest idiot on Earth. She almost didn't believe it when it happened. A burst of static, some frantic yelling, and then a man yelling about how "they were here" and "dear God save yourselves" and "AAAANOTHEKNEE". If she hadn't heard a man die before, she said, she would have thought it some stupid prank. But she believed, and her belief was enough to get the rest of us to listen and prepare.

Barely a half hour after that first news arrived, they'd been attacked. Jennifer was the first of them to die. All that talk about how vampires were stupid, and she'd rather die than turn into one. She got her wish. She was the first of them to rise.

A hasty retreat later, and they put Johnathon's gun collection to good use. Jack and Jessica both had Army training, and were able to teach the rest of them some basics. It didn't take long to set up some fortifications; the mansion's previous owners seemed to have been paranoid, and included invasion in designing their floorplans. Jade had learned a long time ago how to move quickly and quietly, and managed to put that to use to find supplies among the neighbors' houses. But those houses were becoming disturbingly empty, and the survivors were beginning to doubt any rescue was on its way. Some were arguing that it was time to move out and try to survive on the road. Madness, Joaquin thought. Vampires were crazy good hunters, and a group of humans would be much easier the sniff out that a single tiny girl looking for dried goods.

Maybe it'd be easier if we split up into a bunch of smaller groups, he thought. As he waited in the darkness, listening for the sounds of bloodsucker footsteps, he went over the list of who was left in his head, considering who'd work with one another and who'd turn against each other. As he thought about them, one by one, a question formed. One he hadn't considered before, and was surprised to have it come to him only now. Too distracted now to notice the teeth sinking into his neck. This was more important. As his blood filled the bellies around him, his dying words escaped as a whisper from his paling lips:

Why did all of them have names beginning with "J"?

I'm in.

Santa! I knew you were real!

Another threat another time getting in

I"m in. Thanks man!

Post number 133.

I'm in, thanks Santa

You see an awesome weekly event. What do you do?
-Skip it.
-Participate. <

The choice was too easy. :P