The wolves came for my youngest brother first.
The wolves came for my youngest brother first.
by andre · November 28, 2020
The wolves came for my youngest brother first. My middle brother was next and only his bleached bones were left. I am the last brother but I am prepared. I watch the perimeter from the CCTV system and bring the remote turrets online. They won’t get me. Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.
I’ve learned a lot over the past few months. Although the wolves are faster and naturally more ruthless than me, I’m no stupid swine. I know I can’t hunt them down, but I can outsmart them… I can draw them in.
The recording of farm noises will be use to draw them into the killing field, but I’ll use myself as the final bait. As I check and re-check the systems, alarms go off, and I look at the monitors to see the first of the wolves arriving, right on time. I check the screens one more time, making sure everything is in place, then prepare for the final showdown. I will avenge my brothers’ death.
As I slip outside, desperately trying to minimize my natural squeak, the AI system talking through the earpiece, keeps me up-to-date on where each of the wolves are. Once all 7 are in place and I give the order, the remote guns (well hidden in the remnants of my brothers houses), will open up automatically.
Quietly I wait… and listen. The sound of grasses moving and twigs snapping keeps me on edge. Finally I hear the confirmation – “7 targets in range.” With that confirmation come the words I’ve been waiting to say for weeks – “Commence firing!”
The noise is deafening. After what seems like minutes, but what is actually less than 30 seconds, the noise abates. “6 targets down.” Six?!? That can’t be right. “Confirm target status” and the immediate response is the same – “6 targets down.” One is missing…
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