Returning to Dust He bit off the end of the old dirty rag. Tied it around his wounds, grabbing a handful of shells from the bag Tipping left and wobbling to the right. Almost passing out in the dim, dawning light. He steadied himself with rifle in hand. Headed out to the field of his dying land. Sounds of the creatures crept out from all around. Surrounding him completely, could he survive somehow? While hiding behind a tree he aimed at his mark. Taking off the head of one of them in the fading dark. They squealed in protest at his perfect shot. Bumbling across obstacles, upon legs that began to rot. The stench from their flesh forced him to gag and to heave. This was his home, dam it, he refused to ever leave. Rounding the corner came three of the five. They were trying to surround him, eat him alive. Severing their heads was the only way they would desist. He blew the second one's head off, now the others were pissed. There now were 4 left and he had until dawn. To win this game called #life, sometimes the strongest piece is the pawn. A homemade grenade blew up the next one. It's exploding, necrotic appendages gave him time to run. He sprinted to the truck, everything going as planned. "Come get me," he cried! Faster and faster he ran. Once in position he felt some relief. Then suddenly one grabbed his ankle from underneath! While trying to free himself he heard it's gaunt cries. Coming across the hill marched a dozen more, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had one last chance to end this apocalyptic chaos. No time for Hail Mary's, across his chest he motioned the cross. Opening the fuel tank he stuck half the bloody rag deep inside. With the flick of the match it struggled to ignite. "Come on you son of a bitch," he spat at the ground. It flamed at his rage burning up and around. The demon now pulled him down and under the truck. But he laughed as he writhed, he was now out of luck. Their feet pounded the dirt and on the ground they dripped pus. The fire reached the gas tank and that was all that there was. Burning and charring the beasts neared their end. With dawn approaching fast their flesh returned to dust once again.