Post Apocalypse Short Story Chapter 7

A continued story for your enjoyment

The air was heavy with fearful anticipation, for Sarah it wasn’t only fear but anger at what was done to her family. The Scout they sent out 2 days ago had not returned when he was supposed to. The farmers could only fear the worst none of them really wanted this fight, but it was thrust upon them and they had no choice but to do their best.

From 3 miles away they could see a flock of birds scatter away from the trees and they all knew the confrontation was maybe 40 minutes away.

The Community of farmers and homesteaders we’re in some ways fortunate that they had time set up barricades on fallen trees across the road. They heard the snorting of the horse sent with the scout and through binoculars they saw the man was returning decapitated with something nailed to his chest.

It took 10 minutes for the horse to reach the barricade, Julian’s father climbed over and took the note off the Dead Man’s Chest. The note read, there are 350 of us, surrender Your women and nothing else will happen. If You don’t then we’ll take your women anyway.

As other men took the murdered scout off the horse, he gave the order for all the women to be taken into the forest, “50 of us will remain to hold them off for as long as we can.”

Sarah did not want to go, she had wanted to stay and fight, “No,” she shouted. “I want them to pay for what they did to my family.”

“And they will,” Julian said as he lifted her off the…