I know I’ve been gone for a while, I’ve been working on a lot of things and this is one of them. This is a very rough first draft of an interlude chapter in a Sci-Fi story I’m working on. Not sure if it will be just for me pleasure or if I’ll see about publishing it after some serious editing. Enjoy!
“We are not soldiers! And we’re definitely not heroes…”
“I know! But right now, with everything going on, those people out there, they need someone… something to believe in, right now..they need heroes. Now you can sit here and pity yourselves, or you can stand with me and be the heroes those people need. That’s the choice I leave to you.” She turned and left the small meeting room closing the door behind her.
He stared around the small meeting room looking dejected. They weren’t heroes, not even close. There was a criminal, a doctor, a teacher, a mechanic, and him a lawyer; none of which had ever done anything heroic. He had spent his entire life working for the assholes of the world and saving them from million dollar lawsuits. When the skies fell, he fought to survive. He wasn’t skilled, but he was resolute that he wasn’t going to go out without a fight. He fought tooth and nail, using everything at his disposal to ensure he wouldn’t be another victim upon the mountain of bodies.
They came fast and without warning. The aliens swept across the planet and they wiped out everything that could conceivably be used to combat them. Entire countries fell in a matter of hours, continents went dark within days. The only thing they had been able to discern from these mysterious invaders’ communications was their name, The Drift. They looked nothing like the aliens they’d been putting in movies for generations. They were fluid, metallic looking creatures, the only solid part of them was a weapon that was made of solid unknown alloy attached to what would appear to be an arm.
The weapon itself was devastating. It didn’t fire conventional projectiles or even super heated plasma, as with advance military tech, it fired small star-like projectiles that when they came into contact with something warm, splintered and shredded. They could kill anything organic in one shot, but would embed in colder objects like walls and metal armour. The most curious thing was the projectiles didn’t last long, once fired they only lasted a few seconds until they would dissipate into nothing, making analyzing them impossible without a working weapon to fire it. The issue was, the weapon appeared to be surgically grafted to the aliens and couldn’t be removed without killing the alien, which in turn, rendered the weapon non-functional. The military, or what remained of it, was attempting to capture one alive to study and find a weak spot. They have so far been unsuccessful. Reports came in a few days before the attack stating that their military training outpost being wiped out, there were no survivors. He had sat and watched the reports at his desk on his computer screen, wondering what could wipe out their entire military and the planet that housed them?
He went home that night and spent his last normal night sitting in front of his TV watching reruns of his favourite sitcom until he passed out on his couch. He woke in the middle of the night to move to his bed. As he walked by his window he noticed a meteor shower across the night sky. Odd, he thought. The next meteor shower wasn’t due for several days. In his sleepy state he chalked it up to the scientists being wrong and finally made it to his bed before collapsing and drifting off to sleep.
He woke up in a world he didn’t recognize.
An explosion rocked his apartment and he sat bolt upright in shock. The sounds of screaming and gun fire from the street below were drowned out by another explosion that caused dust to fall from his ceiling. He sat there, frozen in fear as more dust continued to rain down on him; the sounds of terror in the street falling into nothingness and then being replaced by high pitched screeching the sounds of which he had never heard before. It sounded like a mixture of the screeching bats used to communicate and navigate in the dark mixed with feedback produced from having recording equipment too close to a sound system.
He sat there, frozen in fear, beads of sweat running from his temple down his cheek. This had to be a dream, it had to be.
“Alright..”, he said to himself, “…no more watching weird Sci-Fi shit before falling asleep.”
Just as he put his foot down on his floor to get out of bed, he felt the tremor run through the building, like something has just driven a truck into it. There was a deafening silence as he sat there unable to move, hoping this was some sort of vivid dream. Then, he heard it, the screams. The screams of people who had undoubtedly thought the same as him, that this was some sort of dream. He could hear them screaming in pain, in fear, in terror and then nothing. There was silence again, followed by another building rumbling boom and more screaming.
Oh no… they’re moving from apartment to apartment! he thought to himself. He had to hide or fight back! Ya, fight back how? He has no idea who or what is moving through his building. Fight back… that’s a smart idea he thought to himself sarcastically as he eased out of his bed onto the floor and moved to the hallway.
Another boom and more screaming, this time it sounded closer, maybe two floors below him, he needed to think fast. He made his way from the hallway to his kitchen and crept over to his cutlery drawer. He rummaged through looking for something to use as a weapon. Spatula? No. Cheese grater? No. Serving Ladle? Definitely not. Then his hand found it, that familiar cold steel feeling, his hands grasped it and pulled it from the drawer, his butcher knife! His favourite cooking utensil, he mostly used it for cooking homemade stir frys, but today it could mean the difference between him being another body on the mountain of conquered foes, or a survivor. It was a folded steel knife he had imported from Japan many years ago, it has cost him quite a pretty penny, but it might pay off now. He took his knife and he looked for something else he could use if he had to fight, he opened his fridge, nothing. He really should stop eating take-out, if I survive this, I will cook more! he promised himself. He opened his freezer, nothing was in there either except for a frozen 4 gallon jug of water. ” Better than nothing…” he whispered under his breath as he hefted the jug.
He froze in place, that sounded really close… next door? Move! Move! Move Dammit! he pleaded with himself. He stood stock still, unable to move from fear and disbelief that this might be it… No! I’m going to go out like this! he thought to himself. He quietly crept from his kitchen around his island which had been one of the reasons he had purchased this apartment. Real granite counter tops were rare in this day and age and it had driven the price of the sale up quite substantially, but he hadn’t cared. He could host parties and maybe one day have his kids eating there before they headed off to school in the morning. They’d jump off the stools run over to his wife, a woman he hasn’t even met yet, and kiss her on the cheek before running out the door to catch the tram to school. He smiled to himself, that was all a pipe dream, that was gone, it was never going to happen. Not because he worked too much and didn’t date, though that was part of it, no, it was because he was about to die from an unknown enemy that was moving through and exterminating everyone in his building. He managed to hide in his pantry and leaned back against his water cooler, its low hum brought him a little bit of ease as he waited for what he thought would be certain doom.
BOOM! His front door flew of its hinges and slammed into the wall immediately opposite before sliding to the ground with a thud.