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already begun mov ing past her, assuming there would be no further argument as their lives were in danger. He spun around at her refusal and spoke as to not waste any more time, “Pick up the gun or we’re both dead. You either-”
“Who’s out there? Will you tell me something for God’s sakes?”
He shoved the gun back at her, “Whatever is out there is coming to kill us Leah. Stop talking and take the gun!”
She held it in her trembling hands, both from her fear of Josh and of the threat he warned her of. Her mind sought another route of escape from the scenario but found none in the face of Josh’s imminent demands.
Seeing her limp handling of the weapon and hesitance to even try and command it for their own self-defense, he burst out in a venomous rage, "Use the goddamn gun or we’re going to die!”
She wasn’t entirely sure why, as the voice inside her told her that she should just do as he said, but another part of her rebelled against him and shot back, "No! I’m sick of you ordering me around like I'm, I'm some idiot child who can't even tie my own shoes. You know nothing about me and I'm not about to shoot something just because you tell me to. No, no, I'm sorry. You take the gun. You shoot it," she shoved the gun at him and walked away. "Do whatever you want ...”
S omething moved outside. Strange noises were being uttered and the sounds shifted from one point to another as if it were circling around the perimeter of the shuttle. Her spontaneous act of defiance suddenly turned against her, as the only thing she could think of now was for Josh to save them.
The sound of metal on metal echoed within the shuttle and the entire craft jolted as if a tree had fallen against it. Josh put a finger to his mouth and grabbed Leah’s gun, laying his rifle next to her. Josh quietly slid behind the cover of one of the launch seats, rested the gun on the arm bar and leveled it at the door. Leah tentatively grabbed the rifle and shrunk away to find cover, awkwardly holding the weapon in both hands.
The noise disappeared and they remained silently watching the compression door, each of their hearts palpitating with expectant death. Josh had witnessed their adversary up close and became terrified of it in his moment of truth, while Leah had no concept of what lay outside that door, and her mind imagined increasingly hostile and monstrous things that were about to burst through the shuttle in any second.
T he handle on the door turned slightly, a tentative and almost gentle turn belying th e truth on the other side. A moment later it turned abruptly and the compression door violently flung open as if it had been ripped entirely off its hinges and tossed away into the snow. Nothing showed itself in the entryway. Snow flurries whipped into the shuttle as bitter cold rushed inside. Josh’s sweating hands anxiously gripped the machine gun as he steadied his mind and his breathing. This was it. His finger rested on the trigger.
The machine leapt inside, its heavy frame slamming down on the metal entryway. Josh froze at the ghastly sight of the inhuman soldier staring back at him. The black menacing silhouette stood there, pulsating white pupils with hostile intent. It raised an arm and they both fired at each other simultaneously.
A spray of bullets ripped into the machine as a mysterious blast expelled forth towards Josh. The exchange of gunfire was deafening as holes blew clean through the metal components in its chest and head until it fell backwards out into the snow. In the same moment Josh felled the machine, he struggled with his parka, ripping at it frantically as if he had been set alight. Smoke wafted from a hundred pin-sized holes that had burned through his coat.
He screamed in agony, "It burns! It’s burning me! Get it off!”
Leah jumped to his side,
“Who’s out there? Will you tell me something for God’s sakes?”
He shoved the gun back at her, “Whatever is out there is coming to kill us Leah. Stop talking and take the gun!”
She held it in her trembling hands, both from her fear of Josh and of the threat he warned her of. Her mind sought another route of escape from the scenario but found none in the face of Josh’s imminent demands.
Seeing her limp handling of the weapon and hesitance to even try and command it for their own self-defense, he burst out in a venomous rage, "Use the goddamn gun or we’re going to die!”
She wasn’t entirely sure why, as the voice inside her told her that she should just do as he said, but another part of her rebelled against him and shot back, "No! I’m sick of you ordering me around like I'm, I'm some idiot child who can't even tie my own shoes. You know nothing about me and I'm not about to shoot something just because you tell me to. No, no, I'm sorry. You take the gun. You shoot it," she shoved the gun at him and walked away. "Do whatever you want ...”
S omething moved outside. Strange noises were being uttered and the sounds shifted from one point to another as if it were circling around the perimeter of the shuttle. Her spontaneous act of defiance suddenly turned against her, as the only thing she could think of now was for Josh to save them.
The sound of metal on metal echoed within the shuttle and the entire craft jolted as if a tree had fallen against it. Josh put a finger to his mouth and grabbed Leah’s gun, laying his rifle next to her. Josh quietly slid behind the cover of one of the launch seats, rested the gun on the arm bar and leveled it at the door. Leah tentatively grabbed the rifle and shrunk away to find cover, awkwardly holding the weapon in both hands.
The noise disappeared and they remained silently watching the compression door, each of their hearts palpitating with expectant death. Josh had witnessed their adversary up close and became terrified of it in his moment of truth, while Leah had no concept of what lay outside that door, and her mind imagined increasingly hostile and monstrous things that were about to burst through the shuttle in any second.
T he handle on the door turned slightly, a tentative and almost gentle turn belying th e truth on the other side. A moment later it turned abruptly and the compression door violently flung open as if it had been ripped entirely off its hinges and tossed away into the snow. Nothing showed itself in the entryway. Snow flurries whipped into the shuttle as bitter cold rushed inside. Josh’s sweating hands anxiously gripped the machine gun as he steadied his mind and his breathing. This was it. His finger rested on the trigger.
The machine leapt inside, its heavy frame slamming down on the metal entryway. Josh froze at the ghastly sight of the inhuman soldier staring back at him. The black menacing silhouette stood there, pulsating white pupils with hostile intent. It raised an arm and they both fired at each other simultaneously.
A spray of bullets ripped into the machine as a mysterious blast expelled forth towards Josh. The exchange of gunfire was deafening as holes blew clean through the metal components in its chest and head until it fell backwards out into the snow. In the same moment Josh felled the machine, he struggled with his parka, ripping at it frantically as if he had been set alight. Smoke wafted from a hundred pin-sized holes that had burned through his coat.
He screamed in agony, "It burns! It’s burning me! Get it off!”
Leah jumped to his side,
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