Dust- A collaborative tale

[sahgwa]

Under the roar of the chainsaw, in the muffled distance the bone-chilling sound of a howling dog could be heard....or could it?

[Oldcarpy2]

They turned around....Dillinger stood there..."You can't kill the dead.  The dead are coming for you.  I'm here to help you.

Look in the safe.  There's an old canvas bag in there.  It contains banishment rounds for that gun of yours.  You're going to need them.  But do me a favour, don't shoot me again?

I may be dead, but it still fucking hurts"

[MonkMode]

Lester froze, like a deer caught in the headlights.

Then Ana puked.

Then Lester puked

The smell of elephant manure filled their nostrils.

[Oldcarpy2]

Then white parachutes opened over the house.  Nazi Ahnenerbe paratroopers landed, their eyes...had green luminous worms behind their eyes....they advanced to the house....with evil intent....

[Oldcarpy2]

Dillinger handed Lester a Tommy gun, loaded with banishment rounds.

"You know what to do...."

[Signal Witch]

Outside, the white canopies had fallen from the flying discs like pale moons, and the men beneath them were already uncoiling into the grass, boots crunching on broken stone and debris. Their helmets were empty behind the glass, each cavity lit by slow, crawling worms of green where eyes should have been. The weapons they carried pulsed with a deadly, unfamiliar energy. When one of them raised a rifle, the muzzle spat a column of green fire that tore through the wall, turning wood, brick, and roaches into a single shrieking cloud of burning dust.
 
Lester swallowed bile, gripped the Tommy gun as if it might bite him, and looked to Dillinger for instruction. Dillinger pointed at the safety beside the trigger, then nodded like a driving instructor teaching a final lesson. Meanwhile, Ana’s fingernails dug half-moons into his sleeve, her breath hot and wet with panic against his arm. The paratroopers tightened their circle around the house, deliberate and silent, their boots stirring the dust into vaporous coils, their helmets catching the glow of the Vril discs above. Dillinger’s voice cracked when he gave the word... “Now!”

The barrel flashed in a ragged strobe, and he fired until the space in front of him was nothing but smoke and ruin.

[covent]

Ana was filled with disbelief at how the day was turning out. All she wanted were the papers she had been promised. Instead, there were hell hounds, zombie gangsters, genetically altered Nazi paratrooper borgs and elephant shit.

And now, good old Chi-town was gathering a hawk! Ana turned to Lester. He was surveying the destruction he had wrought with Dillinger's banisher. He seemed pleased with himself. 

Picking up dust and smoke and debris, the wind whipped around Lester's legs.

[Quantum12]

@covent beat me to a reply. I deleted my add on from Signal Witch

[MonkMode]

Then Lester woke up.

What was this delusion he had experienced?!  It felt so real!

There was puke everywhere, all over him and Ana.  That much happened.  Maybe they had succumbed to a fever, he thought.

What the hell were these visions of dead people coming to life, and nazi’s with green worms behind their eyes? What did it mean?

Lester tapped Ana to make sure she hadn’t choked on her puke.

She woke up startled to be covered in puke, and she said she also had a weird dream of a Panda driving around the Grand Prix racetrack at breakneck speeds.

Lester realized he still had to get a job.  He washed the puke, and pondered how he would be getting his next pay check.

[David64]

They open the door to leave and ...