The two men stopped by a river with only the light from the waxing moon bouncing off the water.
Black without a ripple, the men stood by the side and waited. Hours passed and they never stopped watching and waiting on guard against what was unseen.
A rustling came from behind the trees. The men moved with practised precision moving through the trees.
Away from the rustling and thumping they moved until they were back about 40 meters from the river and the sound.
The men crouched in the brush, completely hiding their bodies with the weapons pointed at the sound that was moving closer.
Soon a massive creature the size of a car pushed between the trees. The men pulled back in anticipation in case it continued in their direction. When the creature was within 5 meters it turned to the river and slowly crept into the still water with the grace of fat person falling into a tub.
The ripples stirred the water and soon ripples of water joined in with the moon still illuminating the water, it could be seen that the flat water was not just water.
Soon mounds started to move, and waves started forming, breaking the surface. Soon the entire river turned into rolling unrest, as the beasts became the river littering the water as the last car-sized beast joined.
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The mound of creatures were moving down the river, the shadow got a close look but not close enough for William's liking, so he set out to see it with his own eyes.
Following his two "guides" he went to the river where he had heard the conversation of the men. The creatures were called bunyips. These were old creatures that had been in Australia long before it was discovered by the rest of the world, maybe before the Australian aboriginals. It was not known where they originated or how long they had been here, but one thing was known for sure.
Was that they are dangerous, hard to kill, and ravenous.
Watching the bunyips going down the river, they saw the bunyips getting hungrier day by day.
Until the turning point occurred where the bunyips got too hungry.
William did not get the ravenous part of bunyips until one night under the cold moonlight the bunyips found the smallest bunyip in the river and ate them.
The bunyips continued to eat each other until they were satiated.
This continued each and every night with more bunyips being consumed.
The two men talked about how their hunger would drive them crazy until they fed. Even if it was on themselves, until they arrived at their next "feeding station".
William went further down the river until he saw what they meant. Down the river was a village small and out of the way about 200 meters from the river.
This whole town must have been what the two men meant by feeding station.
The bunyips moved closer to the village. In between school and sleep, Willaim spent all his time trying to find a way to stop the bunyips from eating the villagers.
He went to the library every moment he could to find a way to stop the bunyips, but he could not find it. All he could find on the bunyips was what he had already heard from the men.
After a class at school, he found a book on strategies for stopping horses from World War 1 as well as older strategies.
He thought that if he could break the bunyip's legs it would slow them down like a horse and he could find a way to kill a bunyip.
So, he set out to grab a few real weapons to test.
As he moved, so did the bunyips, moving towards the village.
He grabbed a gun from the armoury, a big rifle, and a standard machine gun the EF88 with 30-round magazines, grabbing three.
Relying on his shadows to do a smash-and-grab of the armoury.
THE BUNYIPS MOVED CLOSER.
He strapped the weapons to his back.
Counting the ammo he had 10 tracer rounds, 20 armour piercing, and 3 magazines of 30 bullets a total of 120 bullets on him, still, he was worried about how many of those monsters were in that water.
The bunyips moved closer.
The claymore that sat on the wall of the office he grabbed as well in case.
The bunyips were close.
Running with all his might carrying the guns his sword and the shovel.
The bunyips are close.
He came to the river in front of the village and started digging small holes, large enough for a horse hoof and not much larger. It was all he had time to do.
The bunyips were here.
He had finished the traps just in time before he dived out of the way not to be seen.
He crawled on his stomach to the spot where he had set up the rifle beforehand.
On the river's side were two men watching the bunyips moving down.
William was not sure if he had been seen. They stopped close to him.
As the bunyips came out of the river, William waited, every second an eternity that would not end.
He knew that after the first shot, the bunyips would be set on him, and most likely the men.
Lining up the perfect shot, he focused on the bunyip's eye. One of them that had come out a little later than the pack, but he was the biggest by far.
When the front of the pack fell into the traps, William took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger slowly until…
Bang, the gun went off.
The shot from the rifle split the night, the amour piercing round found its mark, the great big eye of the bunyip.
It fell with a leg in the trap dead.
No time to spare he loaded a tracer round. It was a big bullet, a 50 cal, so surely that would kill them.
So he thought. He had aimed at the eye of a different bunyip to ensure its death, due to his knowledge of how hard they are to kill.
The next shot he fired missed its mark and struck the bunyip's head. If fell to the ground.
William watched in horror as the bunyip he had just shot in the head with a 50 cal getting back up.
Turning to his side, William decided before the two men were attacking him, he should deal with them. Pulling the EF88, he fired from the hip being but a second faster than the men with their guns drawn hitting them and sending them stumbling.
The guns fired in their hands, and they fell and hit a bunyip in the gut and at a big gum tree next to them.
The bullet went through the gum tree and the other tore into the stomach of the bunyip.
William wanted to tie the two men up, but he did not have the time for it, leaving them on the ground disarmed.
The bunyips marched closer.
Grabbing the guns that were lying on the ground, he ran towards the bunyips.
The bunyips were getting stuck in the traps. The bunyip that had died was already being eaten by his kind, and the rest that were trapped got trampled on by advancing bunyips.
William stood at the break of the wave of monsters advancing and picked up the first strange gun from the men and took his shots. One after the other the bunyips fell.
William reaped a bunyip's life, with each shot hitting their heads each time.
No matter how many he killed more just took their place.
It slowed the bunyip's advance. They got distracted by the dead, and their overwhelming hunger.
Then the bullets stopped.
He was out of the gun bullets with only about two dozen bunyips down.
While grabbing the next gun, the bunyips had gotten close, too close.
With his last bullets in the gun, he tried to shoot as many as he could. This time in his hurry he tore shoulders off and legs but barely hit their heads. A missing leg was not enough to down a bunyip that was hungry.
The gun bounced off the hard red soil, his blade shining in the moon light as he drew it.
The claymore was his last hope though he was not sure it would be able to kill a bunyip, but he had to try. He looked at the village with people running from it gritting his teeth and extending his spider legs from his back he went to work swinging the big claymore with all his might.