We eventually resorted to hiking up into the mountainous terrain that sat near the crumbling city of Inkopolis. We soon found some roads for us to follow. The road was a shell of itself; before, there were some cars driving along; now it is just a quiet place, now occupied with some—not much—cars, abandoned or looted. We never met anyone to greet, assist, or worse. It was just us—me and the soldier—and I didn't even bother telling him what his name was. Ultimately, our dire need for rest kicked in, and we stopped to rest inside an abandoned gas station. I found the place eerie and dark, with many looted goods lying on the ground. I even found one of my favorite wrappings of a treat I enjoyed left at the entrance of the place. If it weren't empty, I would have taken it right on the spot and pleased myself.
We separated the two sides of the gas station into our respectable sections for us to settle in. As luck would have it, I got the area that has the counter. Instantly, I sprinted to the counter the moment we split up, but not before wishing each other a good night. Once inside the counter, I discovered that there were many gold coins left on the ground. Clearly surprised but tired, I just scooted them away so I could lie down. I then unpack my bags, leave my splattershot on the side of the counter, and unpack the sleeping bag beside both the ink tank and the small backpack and place it on the ground, where I would shove myself deep inside for warmth. Where I would enter into a restful, peaceful state of mind, soon I closed my weary eyes, and finally, I slept.
Nothing happened much in my distorted dream; it wasn't horror-stricken nor pleasant, just an ordinary dream that maybe a small child could have.
Another day soon came by, and the bright, orange morning lights hovered over me as the counter concealed most of them from hitting me. I only knew about it because the soldier, who was awakened minutes earlier, noticed my absence.
"Get up, lady!" He ordered me as if I were one of them—a soldier.
"Oh..." I said, dazed.
"We gotta get going; I heard something flying overhead that ain't us."
Curious, I got out of my comfortable sleeping bag and packed all of my things so we could continue our journey. Once ready, we stepped out of the building to witness the gentle morning sky that was only above us. I sighed at this moment, appreciating the natural beauty around me—it was a time of harmony.
Unfortunately, this moment won't last long, as I began hearing wizzling audio over our heads. I turned my head to look up, and sure enough, just as the soldier had told me, it wasn't one of us. I gazed at a mysterious, dark spherical machine surrounded by a thick but flat shield on both sides. It had a white line crossing in front of it, hinting that it could be the cockpit for the Martian pilot.
As we gazed at it longer, white jets began roaring nearby. The soldier immediately recognized it as one of ours. He started cheering at the four squadrons of jets launching their missiles at it, only for that mood to instantly plummet as the missiles were rendered useless—it had the same effect as the tall machines we saw back in Inkopolis. The ink dropped off thanks to its invisible shield only appearing when something attempted to hit it. The lone flying machine retaliated against the jets, soon blasting them out of the sky with missiles of its own.
"Darn it, they got shields too." Uttered the soldier, dissatisfied to end in an anticlimatic manner.
Our eyes were so glued to the short dogfight that we failed to notice an oncoming stampede of salmonids using the roads as their path toward safety, away from the dreaded Martians.
"LOOK, TAKE COVER!" I screamed. I and the soldier ran back into the gas station and let it all happen. We saw the salmonids from the smallest of sizes, like the small fry, to the largest of the salmonids, like the chohok or the boss salmonids. Then it came to the conclusion that they are all fearful for their lives, just like our souls.
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The War of the Worlds - By Bridgette (A Splatoon Story of Martian Invasion)
FanfictionA crossover between a H. G. Wells classic novel and a Japanese video game where you could be a kid and a squid Days have passed since the last splatfest concluded-Agent 8, or Bridgette, and her friend or roommate were invited to go to Mount Nantai w...
