22 January 2018

God's Word for Monday, 1/22/18

“Ask, and the gift is yours. Seek, and you’ll discover. Knock, and the door will be opened for you. For every persistent one will get what he asks for. Every persistent seeker will discover what he longs for. And everyone who knocks persistently will one day find an open door."
Matthew 7:7-8 TPT

21 January 2018

God's Word for Sunday, 1/21/18

Make no mistake about it, God will never be mocked! For what you plant will always be the very thing you harvest. The harvest you reap reveals the seed that was planted. If you plant the corrupt seeds of self - life into this natural realm, you can expect to experience a harvest of corruption. If you plant the good seeds of Spirit-life you will reap the beautiful fruits that grow from the everlasting life of the Spirit.
Galatians 6:7-8 TPT

20 January 2018

God's Word for Saturday, 1/20/18

My fellow believers, when it seems as though you are facing nothing but difficulties see it as an invaluable opportunity to experience the greatest joy that you can! For you know that when your faith is tested it stirs up power within you to endure all things.
James 1:2-3 TPT

19 January 2018

God's Word for Friday, 1/19/18

“In everything you do, be careful to treat others in the same way you’d want them to treat you, for that is the essence of all the teachings of the Law and the Prophets.”
Matthew 7:12 TPT

18 January 2018

God's Word for Thursday, 1/18/18

We all experience times of testing, which is normal for every human being. But God will be faithful to you. He will screen and filter the severity, nature, and timing of every test or trial you face so that you can bear it. And each test is an opportunity to trust him more, for along with every trial God has provided for you a way of escape that will bring you out of it victoriously.
1 Corinthians 10:13 TPT

17 January 2018

Chapter 11: MHI Alaska - A Dish Served Cold



Previous chapters:
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9


Rick led several Hunters along what he hoped was the trail, but the path was impossible to follow in the fog. "Stick together, team. We don't want to get separated."

He could see figures behind him, but there was no response. 

"Guys? Keep it tight; I won't insult you with stay frosty."  Still no response. He stopped and turned around. "Too cold to talk, Hunters? At least say you heard me." But as the shadowy figures drew close to him, they faded from view.

"Dammit, I'm getting too old for this."

Then he heard footsteps from the other direction. A southpaw, he pivoted to his right to keep the muzzle toward the enemy. There was nothing there. Then there were too many somethings there. Safety off. "Identify yourselves!"

There were no sounds except the crackle of the woods in a deep freeze, and footsteps. The fog behind him had a soft, golden glow, but the mist ahead had a dark blue tint. 

As the shapes grew closer, they remained indistinct but got taller. The cold grew more intense, and he was cold enough already.

There was a muffled cry of "Rick? Can you hear us?" It sounded like Sandy, but seemed to come from far away. The light dimmed even more, and Rick had had enough. Those things are bigger than humans. He flipped the safety off and pulled the trigger.


* * * * *

"Jamie? Fellas? Can anyone hear me?" Dusty asked in a stage whisper. He couldn't see much past the end of his rifle, and couldn't even hear the Hunters who had been a few feet away. 

There was no reply.

His world had contracted to a small patch of monochrome grey. The nearby tree trunks looked like indistinct posts, disappearing a few feet above the ground. Even the snow he was lying in looked grey. There were muffled sounds that might have been human-made, but it was impossible to determine the distance. Occasionally, he saw brief pinpoints of red light, but even those vanished as quickly as they appeared.

He shivered, and not just because of the intense cold. The atmosphere felt heavy and malevolent, and - if anything - it was getting colder.

Dusty nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of a large branch cracking from the intensely frigid air. Large pieces of frost-covered bark continued to fall from time to time.

Enough of this "where is everybody?" stuff, he thought, and keyed the mic. "Dustpan here. What's going on?" Still no response.

He had just decided to get up and move before hypothermia set in, when someone tripped over his legs with a curse.

"Okay, who found me?" Dusty asked the indistinct shape lying at his feet.

"It's me: Jim." a muffled voice said. "We're supposed to meet up at that big spruce, but I can't find anyone else."

"That should be directly ahead of us, but I lost the path." 

They both pulled their lensatic compasses, but the liquid was frozen; the needles didn't move. "Should we backtrack to see if we can find it again?" 

"No, Jim, I don't think so. Your footprints are already gone."

"So what do we do now? Sit tight, or try to find the rest of the team?"

Suddenly there was a rifle report. Then there was a LOT of gunfire.


* * * * *

Tom heard the shots coming from his left, and dove into a prone position. The ACOG scope revealed nothing, but he kept his FN SCAR shouldered. Then there were several large, dark shapes ahead, and they were way too close ... and clearly not human-shaped. He fired.

The shapes kept getting closer as he emptied one magazine, and then another. 


* * * * *

Dusty and Jim heard one rifle, then a second. 

"Do you see anything, Dusty?"

He pointed to their right. "Naw, but it's coming from over there. That first one was .30-06, I think. That'd be Rick. The second one was ..." 

"It sounded like Tom's new SCAR. It's a .308, isn't it?"

"Something like that, but I think I see what they're shooting at."

"Hey - do you see that?" Then they were both too busy to discuss it.


* * * * *

The snow seemed to grow deeper with each passing step, despite no sign of actual snowfall. Walking was difficult, and the air seemed to be thicker in the direction they wanted to go. It was almost like it was pushing back

Gunfire had been heavy but sporadic when they were separated, but tapered off as they got closer together. Finally aware of each other's locations, they were moving from tree to tree in an attempt to keep something ... anything ... between themselves and the large shapes they could all see but not identify.

The only thing they had agreed on is that shooting hadn't made any difference to the dark, shadowy forms which continued to circle their position. And it seemed to be herding them farther into the forest.





TO BE CONTINUED...


DISCLAIMER: I do not own MHI or any of its characters; those are owned and copyright Larry Correia. I only claim the ones I've created. And a BIG h/t to Mr. Correia for creating such a wonderful universe in which to play, and for his kind permission to use his concepts here.

A h/t also to Jenny S., who contributed a couple of crucial ideas to improve this short story and the graphic team patch above. Her help has been invaluable, both here and in my first book. 


God's Word for Wednesday, 1/17/18

Do everything readily and cheerfully—no bickering, no second-guessing allowed! Go out into the world uncorrupted, a breath of fresh air in this squalid and polluted society. Provide people with a glimpse of good living and of the living God. Carry the light-giving Message into the night so I’ll have good cause to be proud of you on the day that Christ returns. You’ll be living proof that I didn’t go to all this work for nothing.
Philippians 2:14-16 MSG