Houston

Another Visitor

     The ship was hovering overhead & starting making hissing noises. Everybody was quiet & trying to keep still as if the ship were watching them. I like to think that the shop only responds to sounds & not sight. But there's a way the ship navigates. It hovered over the glass ceiling & stopped in place.
     It did nothing but make a low humming sound & it was   floating there like gloogi. I was trying to find a comfortable position, but my back had this sharp pain and I apparently can't reach it. A pile of cans fell over in one of the aisles and startled the rest of us, including the ship.
"What was that?" Said Madison.
     A low hum of the bottom hatch opened & little tendrils started making its way down onto the glass ceiling and started to brake it.
     Another noise was heard, but it was made from outside. A light shone upon an empty parking lot where one of the survivors went outside and threw a bottle at it. It exploded in front of the ship & directed the light on the disrupter.
I slowly got up, walked towards the front doors & I was trying to see what was gonna happen to em'. A tentacle reached out towards the disrupter and picked him up. Screaming to get him down, there was no way for him to live another day.
The covered generator was here several years since this place opened & after a while of wear and tear, it started to make a chopping noise. The ship immediately disregarded the survivor & dropped him like a child's toy. As soon as he fell & slammed the ground, people were looking away from the sight & sound his body made hitting the asphalt.
     The ship turned around immediately towards the generator & without any reason, I ran out. I glanced back at the store & saw the ship inspecting the generator & then uprooting it like a weed. I also saw Madison standing by the front door as it made a chime. We both froze & the ship dropped the generator, turned around, & started to shine its light on suspected disrupters.
     The ship was hovering between us, both standing & freezing her hand as it was exposed to the outside environment in terror, dread, & fear.
She gestured me to stay still with her hand while she looked up at the ship. I stood there until the ship started making another sound, one I've heard of before. Adjacent small hatches opened & sprayed a green gas.
The gas emerged like a snake & its parasitic insects, trying to eat anything skin and fire could come into contact with, from the vents. It spiraled down onto the survivors store & was concealed by the outside walls. I wanted to run, but I barely got here & these people might be the only survivors. Yet. The ship started to release more of the gas onto the street below & one thing came to mind: run.