Nimbus 2056 Part 4 Take 1

It no longer was howls anymore.

The trample of twelve wolves began to circle the four lost survivors.

“Yeah, this isn’t good.” Stuckey said nervously biting his lip.

“Gelben, use your rock and get that container open!” Anastasia spouted as she ran closer to the discarded shipping box.

The log that Fableton carried was now fashioned as a club. With his new found weapon he turned and faced the twilight shadows darting between the trees.

THUD
CLANK
CRACK

Gelben’s rock was now hammering against the metal.

“God damn these digital locks!” he yelled between frenzied swing.

The wolves yelps found a focused threat. Fableton was the farthest from the group.
Instead of barks now he heard the low rumbling of a guttural growl. He let one hand down to grab the light from his phone.

He pointed the light directly in front of him. A shot of adrenaline shot through his veins at what he saw. Two orbs of opaque orange pierced his gaze and into his soul. Snarled lips over powerful jaws. It’s mangled fur was as black as the night. This must have been the pack leader, for this wolf was no runt.

Fableton pulled his club over his head to charge a fatal blow towards the beast. His grip broke when another set of jaws wrapped around his mid section.

He forced all his might to defend himself. He shoved his thumbs into the second wolf’s eye ball. The wolf shrieked and released him.

Fableton fell to the ground. The wolf retreated but now the alpha lurched forward to finish the kill.

His fists raised to brace himself from the incoming onslaught of tooth and muscle. Suddenly Gelben charged forward holding an electric pole saw. His thrust landed mid shoulder of the wolf. It yelped in pain. As blood spilled upon the ground. With the alpha wounded the other wolves began to retreat. Gelben grabbed Fableton by the hand and dragged him towards the container.

Stuckey and Anastasia were already inside, ripping through the different cardboard boxes inside.

They quickly pulled the door shut, when the two men crossed the threshold. The shit of it was the lock now broken would never fully shut. Meaning someone had to hold the door closed.

Anastasia and Gelben were now they only ones not injured.

“Oh my god this fucked up! Where the hell are we?!!” Anastasia yelled.

The door was open just wide enough to let the harsh cold night wind gust into the metal box. Shadows danced from side to side as they held their phones rummaging through the different merchandise. A search was on to find what ever they could to prepare them for a night of survival.

Stuckey’s hands fumbled as he nervously pressed upon Fableton’s mid section. Blood trickled between his fingers.

“It doesn’t look that deep. Looks like they were just trying to taste you.” Stuckey said.

“We need something to dress the wound. Is there anything!” He shouted.

“Here!” Anastasia

She threw a pair of yoga pants to Stuckey.

“What the hell? Ok, fuck it. Is this the best you could find?!”

“I’ll keep looking.” Anastasia

“Hey bud can you sit up for me?” Stuckey asked Fableton.

“I don’t want to, but yeah.” Fableton winced with pain as he sat up.

Stuckey began wrapping the yoga pants around his core.

It was better than nothing.

“Does anyone know what the fuck is going on?” Gelben asked.

“I am just as lost as you!” Stuckey yelled back.

“I’ve lost all sense of direction, and there is not a fucking plane in the sky. Something is not right! Our flight path was a heavily trafficked one, they should have been here by now! Someone must of noticed we didn’t arrive at our port of call. WHAT THE FUCK!” Stuckey pounded his fist into the ground because of how powerless he felt.

“Just pray that the ship’s computer is still intact. Then we might know something.” Stuckey

The howls interrupted their conversation.

“Uh, who is going to hold the door?” Anastasia hiding behind a pile of boxes.

“I dragged his ass in here! I am done being heroic! It’s your turn!” Gelben spoke as he points Fableton.

“I am injured, I don’t have the strength to hold the door.” Stuckey.

“Oh yeah, me too.” Fableton.

“You guys are assholes!” Anastasia retorted.

“Just hold the fucking door!” Gelben.

“No”

“Do it! if they try get in I’ll hit em with the pole saw.”

“I hate you all so much.” She said as her gripped pulled the door shut.