Wildman
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As I neared the door to the shuttle bay, an Imp stepped out from a dark alcove and took a swipe at me with its clawed hand. I jerked back, but its claws raked my cheek leaving four bleeding, stinging scratches.
“My turn,” I said as I jammed the barrel of the shotgun I carried under the chin of the monster and pulled the trigger. The Imp’s head exploded.
I looked up and down the hall, but I was alone. I looked at the shuttle bay door and sighed. Escape off this doomed space station was within my grasp. I was shaking as I hit the open switch and stepped into the shuttle bay.
I expected to see the shuttle, and there it was, ready for lift-off. I also saw a CyberDemon that stood between the shuttle and me.
“Giving me a fucking break!” I said to no one in particular. I really should have known this day would end like this. It hadn’t started out too grand. Actually, it all started the night before, at the poker game. I should have known then that my life was slipping into the crapper when I lost my paycheck on the last hand. I had been holding a four of kind too...
Read the whole story on my website:
http://www.geocities.com/rickclark58/
Look for the Space Station Alpha link under Doom stories.
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