A thunderous crash echoed as four horses, propelled by a potion-induced frenzy, charged through obstacles like crazed bison. The thick, one-inch door panels couldn't withstand their assault, and the horses trampled everything in their path. The carriages, constructed from thick cardboard, served their purpose. Once stripped away, only the iron frame and surrounds remained intact. The iron surrounds, resilient and impenetrable, protected the occupants from the mayhem outside. Behind each carriage's iron fence, five attackers silently counted each impact. Timing was crucial, and as the last door succumbed to the collision, they leaped out. Successful jumps marked the precision of their execution, except for two unfortunate individuals who lagged behind. These latecomers attempted to leap off the carriage seconds too late. As they landed, the carriage had already surged onto the road. Rows of nails, intended to halt its progress, lined the road. Two men, rolling over as they landed, felt the consequences of their mistimed jumps. However, the iron-clad hooves of the horses rendered the nails ineffective, as they continued their frenzied charge undeterred. The shotgun blasts and rifle fire filled the air as the horses, despite being pelted by lead pellets, continued their relentless charge. The impact of the projectiles turned the horses into a gruesome sight, but their momentum remained unbroken. Three carriages, fueled by the relentless charge, collided with the thick two-meter wall. The horses, now lifeless, had served their purpose, and a violent explosion ensued. The explosion shattered windows in the vicinity, causing widespread damage. Soldiers near the wall were knocked down, and the shockwave incapacitated those rushing out of the building. As the wall crumbled, a second wave of three carriages approached. Passing through the rubble, they aimed directly for the building. The impact sent tremors through the entire structure. Major Martin, sensing imminent danger, swiftly turned and ran. Two successive explosions followed, and the major felt the ground give way beneath him. With a deafening roar, dust and debris filled the air as one side of the building collapsed. The fate of the soldiers trapped beneath remained uncertain, and the defense on the west side now lay exposed, vulnerable to the unfolding assault.
Tom Sawyer is a Michigan writer. Since starting out as a 17 year-old, with a weekly newspaper, he has authored the novels The Lighthouse, Fire Sale, The Sisigwad Papers and the Last Big Hit. He has also written a number of short stories that have been featured in various publications. A lifelong Waterford resident, he and his wife Colleen have three children. His latest novel is his Hammer Films-inspired vampire tale published by Black Bed Sheet Books, SHADOWS IN THE DARK, available in all ebook formats and special edition paperback at www.downwarden.com/blackbedsheetstore