Wolfhound: Secret Heroes

I panted heavily, hoping I’d be able to get inside before they rounded the corner.

We’d basically run for our lives from the town after Allen and Jackie had rapidly taken down the guards up in the towers.

We’d managed to get into town before they’d caught up. Now we were looking for a defendable location to hole up in.

I barged in, and Jackson shut the door. Everyone else had already gotten inside.

Allen yelled out “Alright, defensive positions! I want eyes out every window! Jackson, Firestar! Barricade the door!”

I looked around and found a bookshelf. Not much, but it'll do in this pinch.

I ran over and started to push. Jackson grabbed the other end and pulled. We got it over to the door, and together we pushed the front so that the bookcase firmly blocked it.

Just in time. Thumps came as someone slammed into the door from the other side.

“Down!” Jackson yelled, grabbing me and pushing me to the floor.

A couple louder thumps came, and then holes appeared. They’d started shooting at it. It’d held a couple shots back, but now it was almost useless.

Jackson and I crawled over to a window overlooking the entryway. I could see everyone scrambling around, trying to get a position. When Jackson and I reached the window, we stood up.

I opened the window, and Jackson sprayed down a couple guys while I brought my gun up. I laid down a couple more, and took cover.

The door might not have been very thick, but the walls were good enough to stop bullets without getting punctured by the next one. Maybe it got cold in the winter down here. Whatever the case, I was grateful.

While I was waiting for the pleasant storm of lead to end, I glanced over the interior.

It was dark. No lights were on, no candles were lit. Only sources of light were the open windows and the flashes from guns firing.

Leon was slumped over in a corner. He was conscious, but barely. There was already blood on the floor.

Come on, man, don't die on me here! My eyes caught sight of a first-aid kit. Oh thank Celestia! “Amber!” I yelled. “First-aid! Get Leon!”

She looked over, saw it, and nodded back at me. She waited for a second for a clear run, and sprinted.

Jackie, who was nearby, grabbed the kit off the wall and tossed it to Amber, who caught it and immediately changed course towards Leon.

I decided I was done staring, and so I started shooting. Bad Guys dropped like flies, but there were so many of them.

“Just die!” Jackson yelled.

“I don’t know, they don’t seem to keen on the idea!” I replied. “How about we persuade them otherwise? Now!”

We brought our guns up and took down at least six of them in unison, all within a couple seconds.

Unfortunately, that was almost as long as it took for more fire to be concentrated our way.

“Sh*t!” Jackson yelled as we were forced to duck back.

“Oh, is that what they’re made out of?” I asked. “No wonder they stink so much!”

“In which way?”

“Both!”

We grinned. Don’t ask me how, but for some reason I found myself still able to crack jokes even in the middle of lethal combat.

Maybe it’s a genetic thing.

We popped in and out of cover, taking potshots and spraying them down in equal measure.

Until…

“I’m running low!” I yelled.

Jackie was just emptying her magazine. When she was done her hoof went into her pocket and drew out two magazines. She put one in her gun, and held out the other to me. “Last one.” She tossed it.

I caught it and nodded my thanks. I loaded the magazine in, leaned out, and let loose.

Luckily, their numbers had died down a bit. Literally. Although, ‘a bit’ might be a little too low.

I shot a couple more, and then I saw them all just start running away.

“Woo!” I called. “Run!”

“Run, you sons of bi***es!” Amber added.

Jackson just looked at us. I cracked a grin. Slowly, he smiled back. Then, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He laughed. Pretty soon, everyone was laughing. The room echoed with it. It was nice, letting go of the stress that the mission had caused.

After a brief – though it seemed much longer – talk with the local authorities, we convince them to not expand in the direction of the hostile city, at least until the town had good, solid, and reliable defenses.

The house we’d been in had actually been occupied at the time, but the owners were upstairs. They’d seen everything, so we didn’t need to clear our names of randomly firing a crap-ton of guns all over the place. Nor were charges pressed for breaking into an occupied home and using it for a military purpose.

Leon was transferred to the hospital to recover. After a couple days, he was released with a warning of not straining himself.

After a surprisingly pleasant feast in the local Sheriff’s own home, we were given an all-expenses-paid trip back to Appleloosa, courtesy of the train driver himself, who’d been only across the street, and had seen it all, as well.

Our secret of having military-grade weapons and armor was out, but nobody really cared. They were just glad that the town had saviors.

We’d met some new friends, killed some baddies, and saved a town. All in all, a pretty good day.