Avenging Autumn: Seasons Change Book 1 of 4 by Derek A Schneider Page B

holes.
Frank and Jack (as well as all of the werewolves surrounding them)
turned to see were the shots had come from. A smile came over the
Old Man’s face as he watched the hearse plow through the cornfield
with his youngest son laying flat on the roof and firing an AR-15
into the large crowd of werewolves.
    Frank was not one to let an opportunity like
this pass by. “Swords!” he yelled pulling his sword from its sheath
once more.
    Jack followed suit, and the two men began
hacking away at the surrounding creatures as they cleared a path to
the hearse.
    The oldest Writeman boy could feel all the
fear start-ing to rush from his body as it was replaced by pure
adrena-line. Now that he had the sword in hand, and for the first
time noticed the ease at which it sliced through their attackers,
he knew he was lost to the total carnage. Although it shamed him to
admit it, killing werewolves was something he could get used
to.
    After turning back toward the graveyard, the
hearse came to a stop well clear of the pursuing werewolves. Benny
jumped off the roof and yelled to his Father and Brother. “Get in
the back, I’ll cover you.”
    Frank and Jack opened the door and jumped in
the back of the car while Benny picked off the werewolves with
amazing accuracy.
    After the two men were in the back, Benny ran
for the passenger side door and jumped in.
    “ Go!” he shouted.
    Autumn laid her foot on the gas and the car
wheels began to spin in the soft soil of the cornfield.
    “ Shit!” Benny exclaimed, “Just try
to pull out slow-ly.”
    Autumn let off the gas and then began to press
the peddle back down, lightly. She glanced into the rearview
mir-ror and could see the monsters were closing in fast.
    Looking in the back, Benny saw his Father hand
Jack an AK-47 and then grabbed a belt that had six fist sized balls
hanging from it.
    “ Ha ha, watch this,” Frank shouted
maniacally, throwing the belt out the back window. Two seconds
later, there was a large explosion and about twenty werewolves fell
dead.
    “ Holy shit!” Jack
shouted.
    “ Silver shrapnel grenades,” the old
man said, still grinning.
    Autumn had the car moving well now and soon
they were back in the graveyard’s narrow, winding road. She felt
the car pull as they hit a curve and knew she had to slow down or
they would end up hitting one of the many surrounding
trees.
    The werewolves were not letting up in their
pursuit despite the constant blasts from Jack’s gun. Autumn had to
slow down again as they rounded another sharp curve and that was
all it took for two of the creatures to leap onto the roof of the
car.
    “ Get down!” Frank shouted at the
others as he pushed Jack to lay flat on his back. An instant later,
an earsplitting ripping sound filled the interior of the hearse as
sharp, black claws tore away the metal of the roof.
    Jack tried desperately to pull his rifle up to
fire, but had somehow pinned it underneath his leg when his father
had pushed him backward.
    A heavy explosion sounded to Jack’s right and
he knew the Old Man had gotten his hands on another .45. A shower
of blood rained down on the two men in the back of the car and Jack
caught just a glimpse of the creature‘s body as it rolled off the
back of the hearse. A large, bloody hole had been made in it‘s
chest.
    The sound of crashing glass caught both of the
men’s attention and their blood covered clothes were quickly
forgot-ten. The second werewolf had put a hairy, clawed hand
through the passenger side window and was trying to pull Benny out
of the car.
    Frank quickly stood up and peered through the
new moon roof the first wolf had created. He took the only shot he
had and a second later the creature was yelping from the slug that
entered it’s ass.
    Using it’s claws to steady itself, the
werewolf turned it’s attention on the Old Man. Another shot from
the .45 sprayed werewolf brain across the colorful leaves that
littered the road side. The creature’s headless body tumbled