Josh Black/Late March
I feel kinda good. It seems weird to say. I have picked up a disturbing habit of muttering to myself but I guess it’s better to do that than speak to the derelict humans that are around here. They all wanna hide in the park (which for some reason the human things aren’t entering). They aren’t accomplishing anything but surviving, I refuse to just survive. I need to do.
So for the last week, I’ve been doing. I find a secluded spot with a long view and get to work. I don’t use the same spot twice and I don’t stay long. I kinda consider myself the Anti-Alien Rhythm Rock Psycho. (I’m glad I can still find some humor in all this. It’s either a sign that I’m okay mentally, or that I’m losing it.)
I track them. It seems the main base of operations (or hive, as I think of them as insects to be exterminated) is at the Inferno Recreation Center, the same place I got my M-16 from. That’s where they take the humans they capture. Oh, I don’t think I mentioned that they seem to be keeping a good deal of humans there. For what purpose, I don’t yet know.
Anyway, I track what looks to be assault teams. They travel in packs of four and search the houses for people. When they find a house with someone in it, I keep my distance and wait for them to come out. From my vantage point, I watch through the scope and allow all 4 and whatever humans they’ve captured to exit. I’ve gotten pretty fast and can usually take out all of the human things with four precise head shots. That way the humans know that someone is fighting back. Hope, you know, it goes a long way.
The first time I wasn’t fast enough. I had gotten three in the head and the fourth in the shoulder. I wasn’t used to the kick of the M-16 and my sighting was off. The human thing had time to calculate where the shot was coming from and dove back into the house, dragging the 12 year old boy in with him. I scrambled out from my post, a burned out bus that’d been abandoned on the street and ran towards the house as fast as I could. I’m more of a wrestler’s build than a swimmer so it wasn’t the most graceful run. That doesn’t matter, but I got into the house to see the alien hybrid standing over the boy wiping its half-human mouth with its all reptilian arm. It had a smirk on the human part of it’s mouth.
The boy was seizing like an epileptic, with the black vomit covering his face. I knew it was too late, that I was too slow. I screamed “Noooo!” as I advanced on the mutt of a being, raising my rifle as I did. I jammed the barrel of the gun into its eye and squeezed 3 times quickly in succession. There wasn’t a head left. I looked down at this child, a twelve year old boy, probably with a pubic hair on him, and hated myself for my lack of speed. I couldn’t leave him like that and knew I couldn’t do it if I waited until he stopped shaking and could look me in the eyes. I took aim, closed my eyes and squeezed once.
It was a clean shot.