Yesterday's Gone: Season Three (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER)

wings. Same rules, different coat of paint.
    Boricio’s nose was bothering him, his inner wolf insisting something was following behind. He wished he knew what it was, especially since he couldn’t shake the feeling, but predator’s guess said it was something even worse than one of them aliens or mutants.
    A few minutes before they reached Will’s house, they started seeing all sorts of holy shit, aliens and mutants running past them in the woods, like they were tailing them, and confirming Boricio’s suspicions that they were being followed. But that holy shit was only a teaser for the main attraction waiting on the street they needed to pass through to get to the one that led to Will’s house by the shore. There were around 40 of the alien and mutated fuckers, maybe more. Boricio gripped his pistol, itching to fight, and hoping for one of the first times in his life that he wasn’t outgunned — or outclawed, as the case may be.
    The aliens gathered, blocking both the road ahead and the road back — trapping them. The woods on either side of the road bubbled in darkness, though it was tough to tell what was shadows and what was aliens and mutants. Whatever the case, they were fucked.
    “OK, Team Boricio,” he said to both groups as they got out of their trucks, and got their guns ready for a firefight, “Let’s kill some fuckers. And remember, we’ve gotta protect Luca!”
    The creatures were clawing, gnashing, and screaming into the air as the Brady Bunch tensed in a half-circle between the two trucks, creating a barrier to protect Luca.
    Boricio smiled, looking around at his team, everyone with guns drawn and ready. His smile went especially wide when he saw Paola, remembering how he taught her to shoot a fucker dead before she took a second to think.
    With the creatures closing in around them, Boricio was surprised at his pride. He winked at Paola and she smiled back. “Y’all ready for shit to get steamy?” he asked.
    No one answered, though Nerdy Die Hard looked like he was about to bark an order. He never got a chance, just fired his gun as the first creature reared its head, eye slits to the sky and screeching, then charged toward the group at a full gallop, fast enough for Boricio to hear its slippery slosh.
    Boricio stepped forward, taking lead, and opened fire, joining the chorus around him. Laughing, he pulled the trigger on repeat, dropping fuckers one by one without blinking, surprising himself again as he slowly took aim around the Brady Bunch, guarding the circle, and knocking anything down which came even close to Team Boricio.
    Too soon his gun went empty.
    And at that exact moment, several of the aliens broke through, racing toward them, scattering the group in all directions from the protection of the two trucks.
    Fuck, fuck!
    No time for a fresh clip, Boricio dropped the gun, then dropped to his knees as a giant claw whistled through the air above his head. He swept the creature’s feet from its body then rolled out of the way as it crashed to the ground with a squishy thud. Boricio sprang to his feet, then slammed his heel into the back of the alien’s head.
    The creature’s body was the softest Boricio’d yet seen, and his heel went straight through its flesh, like it was made of nothing but rotten fruit. An eruption of black goo bubbled out.
    Another creature shrieked, so close it was like a lion roaring in his ear. Boricio pivoted, expecting to see the creature barreling toward him, but it flew by on its way toward Paola, gun jammed and cowering behind Boricio, near the front of one of the trucks.
    Boricio screamed, suddenly furious. Wasn’t no creature on this planet gonna hurt Mary’s Little Lamb. Fuck that shit — they’d have to go through him first.
    Boricio roared, causing the mutant to turn and look at him, though its body was still moving toward Paola. Boricio grabbed his blade from his waistband and unsheathed it, brought it up and through the mutant’s face, tearing its head into two as he wrestled it down to the ground.
    Paola jumped back as the mutant died just inches from her, and she met Boricio’s eyes.
    Boricio smiled at her and winked as he wiped the gore off his blade, sheathed it, then found his gun on the ground. “Get in the truck,” he said, because he sure as shit didn’t have time to fix her gun. “Stay down.”
    She got into the truck and Boricio was about to load a fresh clip into it when another mutant rushed him, a fast black blur