The natural inclination of Man is to war with other Men. This, then, is our destiny, to grasp the stars, and to bring our weapons of destruction with us. But what really is Man, and more importantly, why is Man? The great voyage begins here, as Man encounters other Men, equally clever and as warlike as He is, and war will be waged for the conquest of the entire universe.
From Milton's Lecture
About an hour had passed after the initial impact, when we heard our DI order us back to our starting point. We were over four miles away from our barracks by then, and I guess we were pretty far out when compared to most of the other squads. I can remember my teammates and I grumbling because we’d barely gotten to our sector, and here we were being called all the way back. We thought that maybe the DIs were testing us somehow.
Then we started hearing distress calls from some of the other squads in our platoon. Some guys were saying they were under attack, others were saying there were monsters in the woods. We didn’t know what to think.
I’d asked my buddy Dane Weathers to handle the radio for us that day, and now I was asking him to contact the head DI and find out what was going on. Again, we were told to head directly to our starting point, which was still almost four miles away.
Guys from our platoon, guys that we knew, were yelling into the radios and telling us that something was running after them and grabbing recruits, and taking them into the forest. We kept hearing that these things were shadows, or monsters or demons. A lot of times, we tried to raise the squads that were making those calls a second time, but they weren’t answering any more. I told Dane to try the DI again, and this time, he wasn’t answering any more either.
We did get one last reply, from somebody in the Admin building. It was a woman’s voice, and she was ordering us to return to the landing field for an immediate evacuation. She did identify herself, but I can’t remember what her name was anymore. When we could not reach her a second time, those weird feelings some of the guys had been having that morning started coming back.
I did not order my squad to head straight back to the starting point, or straight to Admin. Instead, we circled around from the north and through the forest, and we found a hill with a good vantage point. It took us a couple of hours to get there, but once we’d reached its crest we could see most of the Admin building, the parade grounds and the barracks. That whole area is known as Admin Square.
I don’t know if you can even imagine the gruesome scene we saw there. The scared recruits that were coming into view were being slaughtered as soon as they got into the parade grounds. They had no way to really defend themselves other than to use their laser rifles as clubs. What they were fighting against… Well, that’s when we got our first good look at those things.
They looked like giant roaches. They had black shells that covered most of their bodies, and they ran on six legs. They were much faster than the recruits. When they got close enough, they’d jump up in the air and knock the recruits down. From what we could see, they were mauling the recruits until they were dead. Not one of the recruits they knocked over got back up again. We watched the Roaches drag their bodies into the woods and ready themselves for another ambush. When the next group of recruits came by, the Roaches were already hidden and the recruits walked right into a trap. Our initial estimated count was fifty or sixty of those Roach things at Admin Square, and not counting however more were hiding in the woods.
|Series:||Roaches In The Attic , #1|
|File size:||622 KB|
|Age Range:||18 Years|
About the Author
Greetings, reader. My pen name is Raymond Towers. Primarily, I write darker fiction in the fantasy, horror and science fiction genres, but I do dabble about in other genres as well depending on my whims. I like to think that I have a unique perspective on the world and life in general, and I tend to shake things up to break people out of their doldrums. If you want to read something 'safe,' then I'm probably not the author for you. My favorite authors are in a wide range, from Asimov, Clarke and Farmer, to King, Lovecraft and Poe, to Burroughs, Tolkien and Twain. All the big names, as that is the level I aspire to reach. I especially enjoy combining aspects you won't normally see together in fiction, and on taking the next step and reaching for the farthest, blackest edge of the abyss. The place where most other authors leave off, that is the place where I get started. The question is; are you ready for that?