CheerLeaders In The Mist

By Wallace Williamson

It happened fast.
Very ...
Fast!
Fog so thick I couldn’t see but a few feet in front of me ...
Headlights didn’t help all that much ...
I was going pretty slow ...
All of a sudden ...
All hell broke loose!
Ground shook like an earthquake tremor or something!
Something moving in the fog!
Big red glow flickering behind them ...
Girls staggering ...
Running ...
Limping ...
Dragging each other ...
Waving ...
Screaming!
Bleeding!
Their clothes looked funny ...
Uniforms ...
Cheerleaders?

Then the one on the end ...
Girl with her leg ripped off ...
She just ...
Disappeared into the mist!

1 Navy Yeoman ...
7 college cheerleaders ...
Roaming a foggy barren world ...
Where time and space are meaningless ...
And the mist is filled with beasts ...
That roam by light
And hunt by dark!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wallace Williamson
• Release date: Sep 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370948277

Wallace Williamson

Wallace Williamson is a storyteller; always has been, always will be. His stories range from paranormal thrillers (RETRIBUTION series, CheerLeaders In The Mist series), to elegant erotica (Stories2Read Naked@Night), to 'growing up in Dixie' (Collins Crossing series), to contemporary life in America (London Bitches). Check out his website: www.DollarDreadfuls.Com, where you'll find stories, games, trinkets, T-shirts, artwork and other examples of delightful debauchery to tease and amuse your inner-WildChild!Yes, all the profits from the T-shirts really goes to fight breast cancer; so buy a shirt and save some boobies!

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Part One

Of The

Copyright September 2017

Version 2.1.F

Wallace Williamson

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Wallace Williamson

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ISBN: 9781370948277

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, armament, ordnance and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously; any resemblance to actual military facilities, business establishments, events, locales or persons (living or dead or otherwise) is entirely coincidental.

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Table Of Contents

NOLA

First Dark

Charlene Tanner

Alexandra Wilcox

First Light – Nancy Kilgore

Eleanora Sanchez

Katie Stanschek

Second Dark - Darenessa Washington

Second Light – Lurlene Screws

Here Today Gone Today

Stephen Dean

Load Out

Get Your Motor Running

Great Escape

Hey Sailor … Need A Lift?

Lurlene Screws Redux

Making Do

This Is Important

List Of Stories

(Back 2 TOC)

It happened fast.

Very …

Fast!

Fog so thick I couldn’t see but a few feet in front of me …

Headlights didn’t help all that much …

I was going pretty slow …

All of a sudden …

Some kind of explosion shook the ASV and flashed the fog to bright white; like I opened my eyes inside a big vat of milk! I stomped on the brakes and just kind of sat there stunned.

Couldn’t see anything …

Couldn’t hear anything!

Then …

All hell broke loose!

Ground shook like an earthquake tremor or something!

Something moving in the fog!

Big red glow flickering behind them …

Girls staggering …

Running …

Limping …

Dragging each other …

Waving …

Screaming!

Stunned me dead stupid!

They came right at me …

Waving …

Screaming …

Crying …

Bleeding!

Running like in slow motion …

Away from the giant red glow …

Right towards me!

Their clothes looked funny …

Uniforms …

Cheerleaders?

What th’fuck, over!

(Back 2 TOC)

Charlene Tanner

Charlie

Tallest one, blond … bloody blond! … broke away and ran hard right up to the ASV!

Stood there jumping up and down …

Waving her arms …

Screaming …

At me!

Shit!

ASV was more soundproof than I’d realized. Side windows don’t open, so I pushed the overhead hatch up and stuck my head up in the opening.

Smelled like an oil fire!

HELP US! Bloody blond screamed at the top of her lungs! PLEASE … HELP US!

She started to climb up on the front of the ASV. My head felt like cold stupid. "What … happened!?"

SOMETHING IN THE MIST! She stretched up and tried to grab me! SOMETHING’S … KILLING US!

I was every dumbass dumbshit in every dumbass dumbshit movie where the dumbass dumbshit guy just stands there like a goddamn fence post while the whole world blows up around him! I looked over to the other girls still fighting and screaming and dragging each other towards me.

And the one on the right end just …

Disappeared!

I felt sick; like I was going to throw up or something.

Bloody blond kept screaming! HELP US! LET US IN! IT’S KILLING US!

Shit!

On the side … I tried to tell her. She moved over and tried to pull the passenger side top hatch open. It was dogged down on the inside. "Go to the side … right side … that’s the door!"

LET ME IN! She kept pulling on the top hatch lift handles. LET US IN!

She was scared crazy; wasn’t hearing me. I leaned over and pushed the dogs open. She yanked the hatch open and pretty much dived right in headfirst; right on top of all the stuff packed in the seat and on the floor

Shit!

You ok? I yelled as she fought and clawed herself upright.

Girl was a bloody mess!

She stood up in the seat and started screaming at the others, who were almost to the front of the ASV now. UP HERE! COME ON! UP HERE!

NO! I screamed back at the bloody blond. Go to the side hatch! I pointed aft. "The door’s on that side!"

And it finally sank in!

Bloody blond jumped out of the seat and started fighting her way back to the side hatch. This ASV only had one side hatch, and was full of gear for the Marines already deployed. Didn’t slow her down hardly at all!

She got the hatch open and started screaming for the other girls. I kept waving them to the side. DOOR’S ON THE SIDE! GO TO THE SIDE!

That’s when I finally noticed …

One of the girls …

Was missing her left leg!

Shit!

She was bleeding in squirting gushes! I hopped aft for the First Aid bag … and realized I didn’t know where it was!

Crying, screaming, bleeding girls were pushing each other and jumping through the side hatch. There was almost no room left in the ASV. They piled on top of each other and tried to wiggle and claw their way as far from the hatch as they could get! Last two girls standing were trying to get the one-legged girl up on the hatch ladder. Bloody blond climbed down to help. I hunkered down to grab her and pull her up. Just as I got my hand on her shoulder, she suddenly flew backwards!

Ripped right out of our hands!

Disappeared in the fog!

Shit!

One of the girls jumped right up through the hatch and landed right on top of me; screaming her head off!

Other girl jumped in and rolled off us; she was screaming too!

Bloody blond got up on the hatch ladder …

Then she flew backwards into the fog too!

SHIT!

(Back 2 TOC)

Alexandra Wilcox

Allie

"SHUT THE DOOR!" Somebody screamed. Girl on top of me spun around and tried to pull up the ladder, which was the bottom half of the door, but couldn’t manage it.

Wait! I shouted, trying to get my feet under me and get to the hatch. They’re still out there!

Help me shut this thing! girl at the hatch screamed.

I stared out into swirling white nothing for a moment, heard a weak scream; started through the hatch. Hands grabbed me and yanked me backwards. Wait! What about the others still out there?

"They’re … gone!" A very solid brown-haired girl gave me a look that pretty much said anybody still outside … wasn’t coming back!

I sat up and grabbed the other handle and we pulled the ladder up together. Just as I slid the top half shut, something hit the hatch cover really hard!

Like a goddamn cannon ball!

SHIT! I screamed and fell back on a screaming girl.

Another hit! GET US OUTTA HERE! girl underneath me screamed.

Didn’t have to tell me twice!

I crawled over crying, bleeding girls and got in the driver’s seat. My hatch was still open, so was the other one. I stood up to close mine first … and something shot past my head like a bullet or something!

Shit!

We’re taking fire!

"What th’hell is that?" I screamed into the fog as I pulled my hatch shut.

"The things in the fog! girl who’d helped me shut the hatch said as she started moving stuff out of the passenger seat. We gotta get outta here!"

I was feeling sick again. Greasy-pizza-on-a-bumpy-flight kind of sick!

You ok? girl asked.

Her short brown hair was clumped and stringy with blood and sweat, eyes dark and burning, heaving chest stretched her shiny blue top nearly to the busting point (busting … get it?). Where’re the guns?

"Guns?"

Yeah. She stretched up to close the armored glass hatch … a riveting sight in its own right! … and damn near lost her left arm!

She screamed!

I screamed!

We all screamed!

Something was pulling her right up through the top hatch!

She tried to hold on with her right arm; tried to wedge her legs against the seat, then the windshield.

But it was pulling her right on up!

Against my better judgement, had I stopped to think about it, which I didn’t, I jumped over and grabbed her legs; they were slippery with sweat and blood; couldn’t get a good grip! Some of the other girls were trying to get forward to help, but there was so much gear packed in back there that they couldn’t hardly move; didn’t stop them from trying … or screaming!

Her head and shoulders were out the hatch; she was trying to hold on with her free hand, but her grip was slipping. I had my arms wrapped around her legs; her tenny shoes kept kicking me in the gut, but I hardly noticed. I just couldn’t get a grip on her legs; something was pulling her right up out of the ASV!

I reached up and grabbed on to her short dress with a death grip.

It held …

For a moment!

She stopped going up …