Yesterdays Gone: SEASON TWO (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER) (Yesterday's Gone)

fuckers’ll be following me. I’ll lead ‘em in the other direction, then circle back round to the barn.”
    “What if you don’t make it?” Luca said.  
    “I will.”
    “But you only have one bullet.”
    “Boricio don’t need guns,” he said, handing the gun to Linc. He opened the door and roared, then charged from the truck like a raging bull. The monsters followed. Rebecca counted to five, then opened the door and raced for the barn. Like Boricio said, they were clear. Every one of the fuckers was following him.  
    Luca watched Boricio a moment longer. Boricio was still in full sprint when he suddenly dove to the dirt, landing between a pair of fallen brothers. He picked up one weapon and carefully aimed, then emptied it of its few remaining bullets, dropping two of the demons. Boricio grabbed another gun, then rolled away just as a demon landed beside him. Boricio stood and blew off its head, then pivoted his body and pulled the trigger twice, sending a pair of charging monsters into the snow.
    Luca had seen enough and looked at Linc, “OK, I’m going.”
    Monsters were crawling over the The Sanctuary’s stone walls from all sides, black shadows over white snow, like a sun setting on forever.  
    Luca got out of the truck and ran for his life.
    He reached the barn, Linc just behind him.
    Someone screamed, but Luca didn’t dare look behind him.
    He darted through the smaller of the barn doors, where Rebecca waited.
    Her eyes were wide in horror.
    Luca turned to see a creature about to pounce on Linc. Somehow, Linc managed to roll and avoid its swipe, but slipped and was unable to get up before the monster descended on him.
    Luca grabbed a pitchfork leaning against the inside of the barn, and raced out toward the demon before it could kill Linc.

    Just as Luca was about to plunge the pitchfork into the demon, a second one came out of nowhere, and slammed into him, sending him to the ground, and knocking the weapon from his hands.
    Luca screamed as the creature rolled on top of him, mouth gnashing and shrieking.
    Four shots rang out and the monsters fell to the snow, their hot black blood steaming the cold ice. Boricio appeared, gun in hand, and scooped Luca up and shoved him inside the barn. Linc followed them inside, just as more of the things appeared behind him.
    Linc slammed the door shut just in time, and pressed his weight against it, trying to keep them from breaking through. The door rattled and shook, as the creatures pounded.
    Little pig, little pig, let me in.
    Only now it wasn’t Boricio trying to break down the door, but the demons outside.
    Luca looked around. The barn appeared to be sealed off on the ground level, but there was an open door up top, in the hayloft. If the demons were able to get up there from the outside, there would be no way to keep them from getting inside.
    Boricio looked at the hayloft, then at Luca.
    “You got any miracles in that noggin, you better crack ‘em open and get to scrambling.”  
    Luca said nothing.  
    And just then, two creatures appeared in the hayloft’s opening.  
    They’d gotten in, and more would follow.

    * * * *

WILL BISHOP

    Will put a bullet in the last of the monsters. Then wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He took a final look around the store, then ran to the car outside and climbed in.  
    He pressed the pedal as far as it would go, as though pushing the car harder would change the future’s history.  
    Will had seen a lot of yesterdays go by. Even if the dreams didn’t decide the future, they never lied. When you tried turning the dreams into liars, they snitched to Fate and that fucker, Fate made everything worse.  
    Will didn’t know how it could be worse than what he’d seen, but he also knew it could be. He couldn't argue with the dreams, couldn't try to turn them into liars. He could only hope there was something else on the other side of the vision, another angle to the prism he couldn’t quite see. Not a loophole, but an opportunity to do something.
    Will kept on driving because the alternative was letting that fucker, Fate, make everything worse. The dreams showed that Will had to be at The Sanctuary. He should have been there already, in fact.
    He was late.
    What would that mean?
    After 10 minutes, Will saw orange on the night’s horizon where The Sanctuary should have been.
    It’s burning.
    Will drove faster, until he arrived at the gates that were no longer there, and drove into where The Sanctuary used to