12/17/07
015 – Green
Everything was green through their goggles, even blood. Thompson had been shot and he was bleeding on the sand. The squad had found a nest of Mutts. So had another squad. Thompson had been caught in the crossfire.
The medic was pounding on Thompson’s chest and breathing into his mouth, trying to drive life back into him. But Thompson’s life slowly ebbed away until he lay cold and dead on the desert floor, along with the entire group of Mutts. One of the soldiers kicked at one, a female.
“It’s creepy how much they look like us,” he commented, peering down at the Mutt’s face.
Everyone ignored him. Mutts may have looked human, but they were anything but human. They were monsters, modern-day Frankensteins, and they were loose in the world.
