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Authors: Sean Platt, David Wright
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them. He was about six feet from the ground, and didn’t dare to look down. He raced up blindly, praying a large claw wouldn’t swipe at his feet and bring him down to his death.
Something clanged on the ladder just beneath his feet and Ed had to look down. He saw an alien reaching up, swiping at him, missing him by just inches.
Lisa sped up and crawled through the top of the hatch. Just as Ed was within reach of the hatch something sharp stung his left calf. He looked down to see a thin razor-thin wire with a curved hook on its end fall from his leg. He looked down to see the alien beneath him to which the wire was attached. It had shot the wire from its palms, as if it had extended part of its body out to attack him. The alien raised both of its palms up, taking aim at Ed again as it let out a clicking sound that sounded a hell of a lot like laughter.
Ed screamed, looked back up at the hatch as Lisa looked down at him.
As their eyes met, an image flashed through his mind of her slamming the hatch shut just as the alien’s razor wire flesh lassoed him and yanked him down.
Don’t you fucking dare!
Lisa leaned down and Ed wondered what the hell she was doing as he was just inches from the hatch.
No!
Lisa reached down with both hands and yanked him up the rest of the way, surprising him with her strength.
Ed rolled off of her, and got to his feet, offering her a hand up.
She took it, and their eyes met. And for the first time, her eyes softened a bit. “Thank you,” she said, “for saving my ass down there.”
“Thank you,” Ed said, “for saving mine just now. One of them shot some kinda hook and wire out of its palm and cut my leg.”
Ed pulled up his pants and examined the injury. It was minor, just a scratch, but stung like hell. He looked up at the others and said, “I don’t know if they can all do that, but don’t think you’re safe just because you’re outta reach.”
Rojas asked, “Did you get the flares.”
“Sure did,” she said, pointing to the field pack on her back.
Ed said, “So what are we hoping for with these flares?”
“That one of the helicopters on patrol might see it, or maybe one of the vans. If they spot the flare, Base will send out units to investigate. That part’s is certain. It’s just a matter of them seeing the flares.”
Ed said, “How many people are at Black Mountain?”
Lisa looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, “Enough.”
Ed wondered if they had as many as Black Island.
“And we’ve got a lot of Guardsmen.”
“What are they guarding?” Brent asked.
The question seemed to surprise her. She broke eye contact and looked away, nervously Ed thought, then said, “The world.”
“Hey guys,” Billy called from the edge of the roof. “Take a look at this.”
They all ran over to Billy and looked down into the empty parking lot. “Where did they all go?” Ed asked.
Billy shrugged. “I dunno.” He pointed to the far side of the lot, bordering the gas station on the other side. “There’s some over there, but not nearly as many as there were before.”
“Are they all inside the store?” Ed asked.
“Some,” Billy said. “But then a few minutes ago, they started walking toward the gas station and then out into the woods.” Billy pointed out into the darkness.
Ed swallowed. Whatever this was, it wasn’t good.
Ed looked down at the headlight beams pulling into the parking lot — not a van or a jeep, or something that Black Mountain Guardsmen might be driving. It was a station wagon, maybe 30 years old.
Everyone on the roof was staring as the wagon came to a full stop and the driver’s side door swung open. An old heavyset man stepped onto the asphalt and cast his eyes across the lot, looking around as if expecting to find someone.
He raised his head and spotted them on the roof. “You okay?” he called, waving.
Lisa cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “Get help!”
Something clanged on the ladder just beneath his feet and Ed had to look down. He saw an alien reaching up, swiping at him, missing him by just inches.
Lisa sped up and crawled through the top of the hatch. Just as Ed was within reach of the hatch something sharp stung his left calf. He looked down to see a thin razor-thin wire with a curved hook on its end fall from his leg. He looked down to see the alien beneath him to which the wire was attached. It had shot the wire from its palms, as if it had extended part of its body out to attack him. The alien raised both of its palms up, taking aim at Ed again as it let out a clicking sound that sounded a hell of a lot like laughter.
Ed screamed, looked back up at the hatch as Lisa looked down at him.
As their eyes met, an image flashed through his mind of her slamming the hatch shut just as the alien’s razor wire flesh lassoed him and yanked him down.
Don’t you fucking dare!
Lisa leaned down and Ed wondered what the hell she was doing as he was just inches from the hatch.
No!
Lisa reached down with both hands and yanked him up the rest of the way, surprising him with her strength.
Ed rolled off of her, and got to his feet, offering her a hand up.
She took it, and their eyes met. And for the first time, her eyes softened a bit. “Thank you,” she said, “for saving my ass down there.”
“Thank you,” Ed said, “for saving mine just now. One of them shot some kinda hook and wire out of its palm and cut my leg.”
Ed pulled up his pants and examined the injury. It was minor, just a scratch, but stung like hell. He looked up at the others and said, “I don’t know if they can all do that, but don’t think you’re safe just because you’re outta reach.”
Rojas asked, “Did you get the flares.”
“Sure did,” she said, pointing to the field pack on her back.
Ed said, “So what are we hoping for with these flares?”
“That one of the helicopters on patrol might see it, or maybe one of the vans. If they spot the flare, Base will send out units to investigate. That part’s is certain. It’s just a matter of them seeing the flares.”
Ed said, “How many people are at Black Mountain?”
Lisa looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, “Enough.”
Ed wondered if they had as many as Black Island.
“And we’ve got a lot of Guardsmen.”
“What are they guarding?” Brent asked.
The question seemed to surprise her. She broke eye contact and looked away, nervously Ed thought, then said, “The world.”
“Hey guys,” Billy called from the edge of the roof. “Take a look at this.”
They all ran over to Billy and looked down into the empty parking lot. “Where did they all go?” Ed asked.
Billy shrugged. “I dunno.” He pointed to the far side of the lot, bordering the gas station on the other side. “There’s some over there, but not nearly as many as there were before.”
“Are they all inside the store?” Ed asked.
“Some,” Billy said. “But then a few minutes ago, they started walking toward the gas station and then out into the woods.” Billy pointed out into the darkness.
Ed swallowed. Whatever this was, it wasn’t good.
Ed looked down at the headlight beams pulling into the parking lot — not a van or a jeep, or something that Black Mountain Guardsmen might be driving. It was a station wagon, maybe 30 years old.
Everyone on the roof was staring as the wagon came to a full stop and the driver’s side door swung open. An old heavyset man stepped onto the asphalt and cast his eyes across the lot, looking around as if expecting to find someone.
He raised his head and spotted them on the roof. “You okay?” he called, waving.
Lisa cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “Get help!”
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