Orion keeps yelling at the gunsmith.

The gunsmith yells back.

Orion looks down.

Trix is wrapped around his feet.

"Try to move!" She says.

"I can't," Orion mumbles.

"Try!"

"I'm a little busy, Trix."

"Be nice. Smile," Isla says, walking up behind the two.

"I'm trying to save the island," Orion corrects. "I'm getting ripped off by a guy I'm supposed to protect."

Isla thinks about it and says something to the gunsmith. He growls, then grabs some ammo cache's and clips and slides them across the counter.

Orion is shocked.

"See. It is okay to ask for help!" Isla says, her eyes twinkling. She is beautiful at night. During the day, she is like the sun. None compare to her.

Orion takes the ammo as Trix unwraps herself off his legs. "It's never good to ask for help. Because then you owe someone something. Trix, be careful around here."

Trix looks out across the port at a lone ship coming towards them all.

She squints her eyes.

The ship is battered and worn and looks like it was once a decent sized fishing boat. Now, it is a post apocalyptic pirate ship that has been at sea too long.

"Hey! Hey! It's the lost ship!"

Orion looks. Isla does as well. Others around the dock do too. Commotion erupts. Joy and tears and anger.

"I really thought they were gone," Isla says, amazed. "That is it, isn't it?"

Orion does not know what to say. The ship is coming in fast, and nobody is on top of it.

Cole comes forward, looking at it with the crowds.

Some clap and cheer and cry, thinking lost relatives or sons are back after a long voyage. Howl does another weird dance.

"I am the richest man on all the island! My lucky day! They're back! I banked half a month's bread on that voyage!! I told you'd they come back! I told you!"

People hold up children of the lost and babies born since the ship has disappeared. More tears and joy.

"There is something wrong with that ship," Cole says to Orion. "It doesn't even have an anchor. Too fast."

Orion gently pushes Trix towards her mother.

"Isla. Take Trix. Now."

"Why?" Isla says, picking her up.

"Mom! I want to see the sailors!" Trix screams.

"Isla, take her now!" Orion yells.

Isla starts backing up, slowly. "Orion, you are scaring us."

"You should be scared," Orion says, pulling his huge rifle around and putting his new ammo magazine into it.

Isla turns and starts to run down the piers towards the land.

Orion looks one more time.

He then sees movement across the boat. A head pops up. His hair stands and he loses his breath. But he gets enough courage to yell.

"The fallen!!! Get back!!!"

People hear his scream, and know it is true. The crying and wailing now comes from everyone, as women and children run.

Orion's SURVIVAL and COMBAT / FIGHT / DEFENSE XP start to trickle up, loading up for the fight.

The ghost ship slams into one of the piers and small huts at the front of the port. All of it shatter and break into pieces.

An old gas line and badly wired generator explode.

Half the port goes up in an explosion and wood and debris and water take flight into the air and rain down on the poor people.

All stops for a breath.

Then, a horde of fallen jump out of what is left of the ship.

Fleshly, humanoid like monsters. Some more mutated than others. Clawed and strong.

Some the size of a regular humans.

Some almost giant, but skinny and flexible.

Armed with swords or blades or their own hands and claws and teeth. One or two have guns.

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One berserk like dog version of a fallen starts barking and snarling and chasing all.

The fallen are frightening in the dark. But now in full daylight, they are shriek and panic inducing.

The pier explodes into running and screaming and violence.

More explosions erupt and flames go higher.

A crude SIREN is rung from what looks like an old record player, as protectors of the pier run forward practically wearing metal trash cans to fight the fallen.

Orion runs towards the fight, as people jump into the water for safety.

He pulls his rifle and opens fire, running along the piers. Fallen run and attack and slice and fire.

People on the pier try to fight back, grabbing whatever they have in their hands or some primitive swords.

Explosions start rocking huts and people are thrown into the shallow water.

Cole runs towards the fight. A completely naked male fallen snaps the neck of a poor fisherman and turns to bite into him, but Cole jumps in the air and slams his fists across his face.

His hands break into a combo on the fleshly creature, breaking the teeth and shards on its face and cutting Cole's hands, as he unleashes a series of back breaking punches and kicks.

The fallen creature falls back, legs and back broken, and Cole leaps in the air and slams his feet into it for a final crunch.

Cole's COMBAT / FIGHT / DEFENSE XP sky rocket, adding up each combo and blow to his total.

Orion fires across the pier at a group of horrid fallen chasing a woman. He aims and fires at another gas canister used for a boat engine.

The canister explodes, as limbs and pieces of fallen fly into the air as the woman jumps into the water.

Orion turns and sees Cole running for him. He reaches under his belt and grabs his pistol and tosses it underhand to him, hoping he'll know what to do with it.

Cole catches it and immediately starts firing it like a mad man with precision and tact. He runs as he fires.

Head shot, chest shot. Checking the chamber. Cole jumps for cover as one of the few fallen with a gun opens fire.

After he jumps behind a wall for cover, Cole looks at his hands and the pistol in amazement, now knowing he knows how to use it, and use it well. But how?

Suddenly, slowly from the flames and the wreckage walks the most human looking and sinister of the fallen.

His flesh is burned and tortured like the rest, but he still has human features and expressions, and his eyes are as clear as day.

That makes him the most frightening.

He has a simple thin cloth like robe wrapped around his body, so he looks like a demented monk.

Goliath laughs as he walks into the fight.