The Monster Hunters

by Larry Correia

  It had been fun while it lasted.

  Then I stopped. The Old Man from my dream was in front of me. I could see him clearly in the dark water. He was perfectly dry as fish swam past his bony shoulders. He shook his head sadly.

  “Boy, we have to stop meeting like this.”

  He reached out with his heavy cane and stabbed the emergency button on my armored harness. The CO2 canister erupted with bubbles, instantly inflating the shoulder portion of the armor, and giving me positive buoyancy. I started to rise.

  “Up you go now. Your friends need help. You not very good at this. No more getting dead!”

  As my armor carried me toward the surface in a cloud of bubbles, I could sense the feeling returning to my body. It was an awful, tingly pain. Combined with the screaming, air-starved agony in my chest and the explosive pain in my head, it was horrible. My legs began to kick and my arms began to tear at the hard water, forcing myself ever faster toward the light and a breath of precious, precious air.

  My head broke the surface. I somehow gasped and filled my mostly liquid-distended lungs, and simultaneously violently vomited salt water. That hurt. Immediately one of the fishermen started to wildly strike me in the helmet with a pole.

  “Kill it! Kill it!” one of them shouted.

  I tried to swat the pole away, but my limbs were still regaining their strength. “Stop it! I’m human, you idiots,” I croaked as they tried their best to shove me back underwater.

  “He’s on our side. Quit hitting him, damn it!” I heard Holly order. “Pull him in.”

  I did my best to grab the end of the pole and I was dragged to the Brilliant Mistake. Rough hands grabbed me by my harness and pulled me aboard, soaked, shaking, gasping and still vomiting. There was sudden movement in the waves as one of the wights broke the surface and did a savage impersonation of dog-paddling toward our boat.

  “You can whack that one,” I gurgled, as my numb fingers tried to grasp my still-secured shotgun.

  “I’ve got it. Fire in the hole!” Holly shouted. I heard a plopping splash, and a few seconds later a thunderous roar as the frag grenade detonated. The ocean erupted. Water and miscellaneous undead bits rained down on the little boat.

  “That’s the last of them,” Holly reported. “Are you okay?”

  I rolled onto my side and retched and coughed horribly. My chest was racked with spasms of pain and I was seeing double.

  “Yeah, I’m cool,” I gasped.

  “Sure, you’re the picture of health. Come on, Z.” She tried to help me up, but I was far too heavy to budge. I struggled to my knees as she pulled at the drag handles on my armor. There was a large scorch mark on the hull of the Antoine-Henri, with a small jagged crater torn through the metal in the center. She saw me looking at the hole in puzzlement.

  “What? You thought you guys were going to leave me down here with all of the cool stuff and I wasn’t going to use any of it?” She pointed at the spent RPG launcher lying on the deck. Next to it was the headless body of a still-twitching wight. She had pinned it to the wooden deck with a boathook.

  “They need help up top,” I said as she helped me to my feet. I had to stop and vomit once again. It still hurt but it was getting easier. That one had contained my dinner from the evening before. Nachos.

  “I’ll go. You stay here. The captain is casting off. They’re going to get the hell away from this demon boat, and I can’t say I blame them. They’ll pull back and wait for our signal in case any more of those things come squirting out the portholes.”

  “I’m going,” I stated.

  “You almost drowned,” she pleaded.

  “And I didn’t even get any mouth-to-mouth. We’re wasting time.” I grabbed onto the ladder as the Brilliant Mistake’s engine turned over with a cough and ejected a cloud of diesel smoke. Holly shook her head in consternation and grabbed the second ladder. We started climbing as the little boat pulled away. If I had thought that it was hard the first time, doing it after almost drowning was infinitely more difficult. My boots and armor were soaked, and had seemingly tripled in damp weight like giant Cordura sponges. Holly easily outpaced me—her lighter weight and excellent muscle tone surely helped—and she went over the top first. Trip and Lee were waiting for me, and helped drag my carcass the last few feet.

  “Ugh,” I grunted as I fell onto the deck for the second time. “I hate that stupid ladder.”

  “It’s easier than upside-down pole dancing, you sissy,” Holly stated as she unslung her UMP. Surveying the deck, I could see that my companions had been busy while I had taken a little swim. Every wight had been hastily chopped into its component bits. Some gray arms were still pulling themselves along, and a few severed heads were glaring and gnashing their teeth. The Hind was still circling above us. Surprisingly, my radio still worked.

  “I popped a couple climbing up the other side. I think we’re clear,” Julie’s voice said. “No response from the assault element. I’m coming down.”

  The chopper stopped directly above us, a rope was thrown out the side, and Julie unclipped herself from her bungee cords. She expertly fast-roped down, dropping swiftly to the deck. As soon as her boots hit the surface she was heading our way, helmeted head pointed down to avoid the harsh blast of the rotors. The Hind immediately gained altitude and banked hard and away.

  “He can stay for another twenty minutes, tops, then he needs to refuel,” she shouted as she approached. “Is everybody okay?”

  “Good to go,” Holly stated. The rest of us nodded.

  I suddenly dry-heaved and went to my knees coughing and choking. Once it passed, I shakily lumbered back up. “Just peachy,” I said giving a big cheesy grin and a thumbs-up.

  “Good. We’re going in,” Julie ordered. She dropped the partially expended magazine from her accurized M14, and replaced it with a full one. “Assault team has been out of contact for a few minutes. They probably need help. Let’s move out.”

  She trotted toward the entrance to the belly of the beast. The rest of us followed obediently. It had been felt that the Newbie team had not been ready for the brutal close-quarters battle that was monster hunting in a claustrophobic ship’s interior. That didn’t matter now. We were the cavalry and we were coming to the rescue. At least Julie knew what she was doing.

  “Take grenades. But be careful how you use them. We’re going to be inside a steel tube. Back pressure from an explosion can kill. Don’t hose shots. Everything ricochets down here. Watch your muzzle and be aware of where the rest of your team is. No flames. The ship is metal, but everything onboard can burn, and a ship fire is bad news. If anything moves, and it isn’t human, shoot it. Questions?”

  Nobody said anything. We stopped in front of the massive metal door. Julie grabbed Holly by the straps of her armor and looked her in the eyes. “It’s going to be dark in there, Holly. Just like the hole. Are you going to be okay? You don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.”

  “I’m fine. I hate vampires. Let’s kill these assholes,” she replied angrily. Julie nodded and smiled. I had no idea what that was about.

  “We’re going to move fast. We’re not going to stack at each entrance. We’re not going to do a full clearing. Keep moving. Watch above you. Watch floor grates. Lee, you bring up the rear, watch behind us. I’m on point, then Pitt, Trip, and Newcastle. Got it?”

  “Let me take point,” I suggested.

  “Why?”

  “I’ve got the shotgun. You’ve got a sniper rifle with a scope on it. Plus I’m expendable. If you’re in front and you die, then the rest of us are screwed.” I wasn’t being chivalrous. For conversational distance a shotgun beat the pants off of a long rifle with a magnifying optic.

  She thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Pitt on point, then me. Any questions?” It probably made more sense to put one of the other three with the suppressed subguns next in line, but I did not think Julie was real confident in their shooting abilities at that point.

  We were quiet,
each of us preparing ourselves in our own way to enter the dark. Trip was obviously mumbling a prayer. Lee had his eyes closed and appeared to be doing controlled breathing. Holly was wearing an evil, predatory grin. I made sure my shotgun and pistol were fully loaded and my magazines and knife were in place. At least my quick dip in the ocean had cleaned most of the wight juices off of me. The rest of the Newbie team was coated in them.

  Julie slapped me on the back of my soggy armor.

  “Go.”

  The first floor we covered was still lit with fluorescent lights, but by the time we hit the stairs for the next level down, we were forced to switch to our helmet-mounted night-vision monoculars. Something had systematically smashed every light. Glass crunched under our boots as we quickly made our way through the narrow steel corridors. I had a pair of lights on my shotgun, one a super-bright white light, and the second cast a brilliant beam that was invisible to the human eye, but lit up the whole world in green through my monocular. The rest of the team was similarly equipped with infrared lights on their guns as well. Since we were fighting undead, the thermal-imaging gear had been left on deck. It was not very useful against things that were already room temperature.

  We swiftly passed through what had been the galley. I kept the shotgun at the low ready, elbows tucked down to keep from banging them on the walls. Meals lay half eaten and rotting on the tables. The walls were splashed with a thick fluid that was indeterminate through night vision, but my gut told me that it had once been bright arterial spray. I bumped into a wine bottle with my foot and sent it spinning under one of the tables. The doors were basically watertight hatches, and I had to carefully step over a steep sealing lip on the base of each portal as I passed. So far all of the hatches had been open.

  The crash of gunfire echoed through the corridors and ductwork. That was a good sign that our friends were still alive. My small team quickened its pace. According to the blueprints we’d studied on the way to the ship, we needed to go down one more flight of stairs, through some quarters, down a long corridor, and then we would be right on top of the engine room. We all flinched as an explosive whump vibrated the whole freighter and rattled the utensils in the galley.

  “Bomb?” Trip asked.

  “Hard to tell,” Julie answered.

  “I hope we don’t sink,” Lee grunted.

  Our boots rattled on the metal stairs as we double-timed it to the next level. The time for stealth had passed. I turned the corner into the crew quarters, light probing ahead, shotgun butt ground tightly into my shoulder pocket. The long, narrow room was filled with double bunks. Pornography had been crudely taped to the walls, and it looked strange in the glowing green light. Blankets and trash were strewn everywhere. It was a veritable warren of hiding places. Jerking my fist up, I signaled the team to freeze. I had sensed something.

  Julie drew against me, her rifle at the ready. I could hear her breathing. There was a clank as another member of our team tripped on the doorway. Something was in the room with us. I could feel it.

  Nothing happened.

  The group continued to shine our invisible lights around the room. I could not put my finger on what I was feeling, but something was waiting for us.

  Julie must have felt the same thing. “Everybody, NVGs off. Go to white light,” she commanded.

  I flipped my monocular back and complied, pushing the button that activated the 120-lumen Surefire light on the forearm of my 870. Brilliant, scalding light suddenly filled the room from five waving points.

  A night-vision monocular has some advantages over a similar pair of goggles that cover both eyes, but it also has its disadvantages. On the plus side, with the single lens, one pupil will be fully dilated for natural human night vision, and the other eye will be looking at an already bright-green world. The human brain, being the amazing thing that it is, superimposes both lighted and unlighted images together. You get electronically enhanced vision, with one eye still able to see as well as any human could in the dark if the device gets lost. With two-lens goggles, you have better night vision capability, but if your device goes out, you’re pretty much screwed until your eyes adjust to the dark. Great as our monoculars are, there’s a disadvantage inherent to them as well. When you suddenly flip on bright lights, one of your eyes is immediately blinded.

  So the five of us were down to one sort of functioning eye and one dazzled eye when the Surefires kicked in. That was probably why the image of the vampire crawling down the ceiling toward us was extra surreal. As I had been told, it did in fact look like a normal person. This one looked like a regular sailor. Pale and defying gravity, but human.

  I reacted a fraction of a second before the rest of the team. In that moment I was able to pump two silver slugs through the vampire’s chest and pelvis. The concussion of the shotgun was deafening in the confined space, but nothing compared to the sonic crack of Julie’s M14. Her bullet clipped the vampire through the shoulder. The creature dropped to the floor, and both of us hit it again on the way down. The rest of the team did not have a clear shot through us.

  The vampire screamed inhumanly as Julie and I simultaneously dropped to our knees. The three Newbies behind us opened fire over our heads. The suppressed weapons shuddered as .45 bullets stitched the creature, with plenty of other bullets missing and hitting the walls and bunks. It shook and staggered, but kept coming. Impact holes puckered in the monster’s pale skin, only to instantly close. I emptied the rest of my slugs in a continuous burst, nailing the monster from the crotch to the forehead, the last shot snapping the vampire’s head back violently.

  I dropped the smoking Remington, drew my handgun, and fired two shots before I was swatted aside. My body armor cushioned the blow, but I was hurled through the air and slammed into the steel wall. Pain surged through my ribs and I lost my pistol on impact. Julie dropped down and rolled under a nearby bunk, narrowly avoiding the vampire’s foot as it smashed an indentation into the metal floor. Illumination from five different flashlights pointing in strange directions created a hellish and confusing scene.

  The rest of my team emptied their subguns into the creature as it closed on them. Holly and Trip started to reload and Lee drew his knife and swung wildly. The vampire moved so quickly that it was hard to track visually. It side-stepped the blow, grabbed Lee by his arm and tossed him across the room. I heard the smaller man skid roughly across the floor. The vampire was distracted from Trip and Holly as heavy .308 bullets struck it in the feet and legs.

  Julie’s cover was torn away as the sailor thing grabbed the bunk and ripped it from the wall, easily breaking the heavy bolts. It reached for her but I got there first. I swung my ganga ram with all of the fury that I possessed. Somehow it sensed me in midswing, and started to move. I had been aiming for its neck, but instead my blade sunk deep into its shoulder, breaking the collarbone and grinding out against the top of the monster’s ribs. Black fluid sprayed everywhere like a pierced hydraulic cylinder.

  Spinning away, the creature ripped my blade from my grasp. The vampire flew backwards, and stuck to the wall like a spider. Screeching in anger, it reached up, grasped the hilt of the massive Nepalese blade and drug it out of its back. The noise of steel scraping on bone was sickening. The blade dropped to the floor with a clatter. I heard the near simultaneous dropping of bolts as Trip and Holly got their UMPs back in action. Julie was reloading. Lee wasn’t moving. I reached for a specialty 12-gauge round, dropped it into the open chamber of my 870, and ran the pump forward.

  The wound was already sealing. It hissed something obviously profane in French.

  “Parley-vous this, motherfucker.”

  It leapt at me, launching itself like a demon frog missile. I brought the shotgun up and pulled the trigger as the muzzle contacted the vampire’s chest.

  A regular breaching round is used by police to safely break the locks or hinges on heavy doors during raids, which fragments without endangering any bystanders. The 3-inch magnum 12-gauge sintered magnesium/tungst
en breaching charge that I had just fired had been designed for blowing through hinges suitable for bank vaults. Milo had told me that, during testing, this special breacher had put a basketball-sized hole through a side of beef.

  The recoil was amazing, even by my standards. The noise was going to leave all of us with ringing ears for a week. The vampire’s torso exploded in a black mist.

  The creature’s momentum carried it into me. We both crashed to the floor, rolling and thrashing. Entrails were spilling everywhere. Its legs were kicking on the ground, but its top half kept fighting. I pushed it off as it clawed at me and rolled away. Trip and Holly responded by pouring two full magazines of .45-caliber silver into the thrashing monstrosity, riddling it with holes. As soon as they ran dry, Julie charged the torso. She placed one heavy boot on the creature’s neck, raised a sharpened stake high over her head and, with a cry, slammed it through the evil black heart.

  A fountain of black ooze shot into the air and the hideous shrieks pierced us to the bone. Julie was splattered, but undaunted. The vampire was twitching, but could barely move. She held her hand out. “Big knife.”

  Grabbing my ganga ram from the floor, I limped over. I handed it over hilt first. The knife was huge, but she was a strong woman. She swung it back with one hand like she was clearing brush with a machete, then struck. There was a thud and the screaming finally stopped. The head rolled free. She kicked it in disgust.

  “Reload. There’s more where that came from. Lee, you still with us?” Julie said. She wiped the knife blade on her leg and handed it back over, mouthing the word “thanks.” She looked deadly serious covered in vampire gore and illuminated by powerful flashlights.

  “I’m okay. Ow, damn,” Lee said as Trip helped him to his feet. He sounded weak and raspy. “I think I broke a rib.”