Bigfoot War by Eric S Brown Read Free Book Online

guessed the thing was easily ten feet tall. Muscles rippled under brown fur as it angled its head back and roared like an angry bear. Powell almost wet his pants from the sound of it. The roar was so fierce and primal, it sent chills through him, but he forced himself to stand his ground.
    Becca was sprawled on the ground in front of it. Her Glock 40 spit empty casings as she fired again and again into the thing’s stomach with no apparent effect. The upper half of Terry’s body lay beside her. Intestines dangled from the torso’s bottom where legs used to be. Amazingly, Terry was still alive. His face was pale, contorted in a mask of pain. A rifle cracked and a bullet ripped into the monster’s shoulder, splattering blood into the air.
    Powell saw Jeff taking aim for a second shot. Brent, Justin, and Gab came running into the clearing behind the monster. Brent’s shotgun thundered. The slug slammed into the thing’s back and left a patch of red trickling through its fur, but Powell saw the shot hadn’t done any real damage; it had just made the creature more angry.The monster whirled on the newcomers. It charged them, covering the distance with only a few long strides. Gab sprayed it with a continuous stream of fully automatic fire from his AR 15. It backhanded Gab as it passed him and headed for Justin in the center of their group. The side of Gab’s head folded inward from the blow as he was knocked from his feet. Gab’s left eyeball dangled loosely from its socket attached by a thin piece of flesh as his body lay twitching in the dirt. Powell watched, still trying to get a good shot, as Brent leapt onto the thing. Brent grabbed the monster under its arms and tried to pin them in a type of lock Powell had seen professional wrestlers use. The creature was far too strong and ripped Brent off of it easily, batting him away like a fly.
    A round from Jeff’s rifle hammered its way into the creature’s back. It staggered from the pain of the gaping hole left by the high-powered round as Justin put a bullet into its chest. At last, Powell found his shot and took it. His rifle kicked against his shoulder as blood and brain matter sprayed into the air from the back of the monster’s skull. The thing lumbered forward a few steps and fell into the dirt, causing Justin to leap to the side to avoid being crushed by its corpse.
    Becca was on her feet, loading a fresh clip into her Glock. She walked straight up to the thing, aimed between its eyes, and emptied the pistol point blank. When the gun clicked empty, she moved out of the way and motioned for the others to make sure the thing was dead. Powell followed suit as Jeff and Justin popped off a few more shots into the thing’s body. Its huge form lay unmoving in a pool of its own blood. Its eyes were gone, replaced by bullet-scarred holes from Becca’s Glock. Deep red and bloody holes covered its body. Powell lowered his rifle. Becca sank to her knees with an expression of relief, looking very much happy to still be alive.
    Jeff, however, closed in on the thing and placed the barrel of his rifle directly onto the thing’s forehead. He pulled the trigger, sending a crack of thunder into the air.
    Fred was nowhere to be seen.
     
     
    Becca
     
    Hauling the sasquatch out of the woods was anything but an easy task. Becca was forced to wait until a four-wheeler could be brought up from town and a makeshift sled built for the thing’s corpse so they could get the body to the vehicles at the old Taylor farm. Loading it onto Fred’s pickup was an even worse ordeal. They covered the body with a tarp. Becca wasn’t ready for Babble Creek to know monsters like this actually existed. She and Powell decided to take the corpse to Lauren. She at least was going to have to know. There was no way around it.
    There were Terry, Gab, and Warren’s bodies to deal with as well. Were it not for the stink thanks to the hot sun, she would have waited until nightfall to try to smuggle the