Chapter1 Nowhere to run
Date Winter, 2022 AD
Location River Dnieper, Ukraine
POV: Captain J.W Price
Year 2022 AD, the war for mankinds struggle for survival has reached its peak, and now Eastern Europe lay in the hands of 5th North East Ukrainian platoon. Half of them were dead, only a third of the people left had any fighting experience let alone quarter of that actually had any weapons.
No tanks, no aircrafts, and just to add onto that, there were no reinforcements coming, and none of them had eaten in seven days.
Layno.’ Spat Captain Price, he had assumed command after the colonel had been KIA (Killed In Action.) His stomach ached and he was down with yellow fever. All the medics were dead and he assumed that he would be as well very soon. Price coughed and clutched his stomach. Then he sat up and stumbled outside into the camp where a half dead man wearily saluted and drifted back to sleep. The Captain was sure that the man would never wake up. He had hoped that someone would launch a rescue mission and had even considered deserting. But he knew it was all forlorn hopes because they wouldn’t get two miles out of camp into the snowy wilderness without being tracked by the creatures. This was the only fort left in the east and the nearest one was in Venice. Along the middle of Europe stand more than half a dozen major forts and towers. That will soon be the front line after this fort had been destroyed.
A shudder suddenly erupted over the fort and Price dragged himself over to the wall. There he could see billions of them; marching in formation, chanting in their alien language. The Captain knew that they were heading for the elimination of Europe, the last standing continent against them. About fivehundred of the Creatures stopped and started heading for the fort. The others just kept on marching. He had hoped that the river would have held them off for long, but he was wrong.
Price pulled out his KL Twenty shotgun. Better go down fighting, he thought. Then he remembered. When he was posted here he remembered the colonel saying something about the flare. He knew none of his troops could get out and the aliens were going in unmonitored by the radars, virtually unseen by all. They would take off the towns one by one; millions of people across Europe would die. The flare that was it. It was right at the top, if he might be able to get up, he might be able to warn the others.
He was running now, and could already hear the crunching of the gates under the impact. He signalled to a couple of his men to follow him. They sprinted up and up the stairs, that’s when the gates broke. He could now hear the opening fire of guns and the Ticking and sharp sound of the enemy spike gun, powered by an advanced source of clockwork this was way above Human technology. Price looked back and saw an armoured red creature, they looked like dragons but they were more intelligent and stronger. Drangons were a myth; these were as real as the sky.
One of the men nodded to Tyne, who nodded back. Then the man turned around and plunged a sword into the Beasts heart. And then threw his grenade at the next one, blowing it up into fragments, but was ripped apart by another one, screaming he just had a chance to grab his grenade out and kill the last creature he would ever see.
The grenade was a P1 fire grenade, designed to destroy. Making the dragon set alight and run into another dragon that screamed in fury as Price got away. Price and the other man skidded round a corner then stopped at a group of motorbikes. These were old-fashioned D-class Hondas and must be one of the only vehicles left.
‘I’ll drive, you shoot.’ ordered Price, as he hopped on at the front. The other man jumped on the back and loaded his assault rifle. The Captain revved the engine and sped off up the ramp, he looked round. He wished he hadn’t. There was another creature, it looked like one of the beasts but had a clubbed tail with spikes standing out of it. Its right legs were robotically controlled and half of its head was machine.
But that was nothing compared to what was on the dragons back. Price had seen a lot of things in his long life, but this was the worst. The thing was the size of a man, but had black armour. Not the ordinary black, it looked like the nothingness, a dark vortex. The person had a helmet moulded into his head and underneath the helmet there was blackness. Not evil, not hatred, but worse. Nothing. It was the blackest black, no feelings just endless time and space. Price managed to tear his eyes away from the man and steer up to the top. A small concrete building the size of a shed laid in front him. The motorbike screeched a to halt and both men jumped out and sprinted to the shed. Price kicked the door open and the other man rammed it shut.
‘Barricade the door’ shouted Price ‘I’ll set the flare.’ The man took a spray bottle from his back and sprayed round the edges of the door. The spray suddenly hardened and solidified into sticky white goo. The man now with a fully loaded shotgun in one hand and a grenade in the other faced the door with a grim expression on his face. Meanwhile the major typed in a number on the keypad and read the message on the screen.
Activate emergency flare y/n?
He pressed y and the number 5 showed on the screen, closely followed by the number 4. Suddenly the door burst open and a 6 ft creature stepped through, it had green scaly skin and had massive bulky armour with white stripes, Price immediately recognised it as a Hurm, the main bulk of the enemy’s army. It roared as it stepped through but was blown to pieces by the shotgun, so was the next but the third one stabbed the man with a vicious curved sword.
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The Hurm turned to face Price who plunged his spear into its neck. Another dozen came rushing through and he threw his javelin ripping through a stomach of the creature.
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Price flipped two automatic pistols out of his side pockets and fired while both in each hand. These were state of the art Glock 13s. A beauty, firing a full round of 25 white titanium bullets in only half a second. These ripped through the line of Hurms, as they were only centimetres away from him. He heard the ticking of the Hurm Spike Clockwork gun and dived to the floor at the spikes sped over his head. He shot the Hurm in the middle of the chest.
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The Captain froze as the thing walked through the broken door. Blackness was the only thing Price could think about. It seemed to be draining light from the room. It smashed its sword to where Price was standing but he nimbly dodged it and raised his assault rife and fired. The thing seemed to absorb the bullets and lunged again. In a flash of a second, the Captain unsheathed his sword and blocked the attack. Two swords were in irons with each over but the blackness seemed to cover his sword and was creeping up his arms. Price’s heart was drenched in fear but he did not let go of the sword.
FLARE ACTIVATED
The blackness covered Price’s left leg and most of his body, slowly working its way up his neck.
‘Why die for ones who you will never meet?’ It started in a deep rasping voice. ‘Don’t you see? The universe is doomed. No force on earth can stop the alliance. And you die saving civilians, when there is no hope. We destroyed the Galactics and the Cranobites. I know of no one who can stop us.’
‘That is where you are wrong’ replied the Captain. ‘We may be lacking in numbers, but we have hope. The earth has never been taken, and never will be. You cold hearted son a bitch.' With that Price gasped and fell into death.
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