Mist

Wait for It

At dusk, we all pack the small amount of items we have. I’m given more pain reliever for my face. We slowly walked to the city, with at least 300 people in our little squad. Most of us are easily camouflaged with the white surroundings. The city is 10 kilometers away, and from my slight calculations, we should make it there in morning in six hours.

I walk with the thing with the purple knife, I ask, “Uh... how are you?” I really want to talk to this thing.

It looks at me and says, with a groggy, feminine voice, “Uh... good. How about you?”

I excitedly exclaim, “I'm great!”

In reality, I’m not. I’m stuck in a war I don't want to be in, and I miss the Blackcoat and Como. The thing looks at me confused, sighs, says, “I guess we need more soldiers like you, because a lot of these species are not having such a good time as you.”

I frown for a second and look at him. “So…. what species are you”

It looks at me with a concerning look and smiles. “We are..”

Suddenly, a robotic voice turns on and says “RANCENS VULPES.”

The normal voice comes back, “I don’t know what your species calls us, but hopefully it's like cool like funky killers or something like that. What's yours?” strange

I laugh and nod my head before happily saying, “We are called humans in all translations, but hopefully we have a cool name too”

It has a blank stare, “It translates to poop stackers… just kidding!” almost sounding human

I laugh a bit and ask for his name, “Just for your sake, call me Funky Killer. what's yours? I'm dying to know.”

I think of a cool name for me before saying, “Call me Nobis, for real.”

After plenty more small talk, we make it to the city. It has small buildings remaining, although many are demolished. Nobody talks when we see human bodies strewn across the ground. Most are burnt. Many of the humans in our group puke and gaze in shock at the bodies. I try to keep my eyes up or close them.

The humans are put inside a building to recuperate while the other species finds food. A few minutes after sitting inside the building, we hear a rumbling in the ground. It steadily intensifies. An explosion from above alerts us, followed by gunshots. Our building starts to collapse, so we readily our weapons and head outside

That’s when I see it: the horrid contraption from before. Above it hovers a giant, circular Warship with a greenish-purple glow. One of the humans points out a large group of Service Soldiers running in the city streets. We run towards them as the contraption and the Warship begin to release tiny specks.

Behind me, explosions resound. Two small human warships release a bunch of specs. The contraption charges towards them and the Warships are able to dodge the colossal snake flying towards it. A bunch of flames start falling from the sky as the specks collide. It's raining fire.

We start running towards the Service Soldiers while explosions hit the ground around us. We catch up to them, the line of friendly soldiers push forward slowly, gunshots of all sounds and warcry and screams as more and more soldiers cover the streets in unorganized formation. I slowly make my way to the front as the cries become more intense.

A line of crudely tied wires with electrical wires tied over wreckage of vehicles and bent post. Cement and the electronic road ripped up to form a tiny trench line as they fire forward keeping the service soldiers at bay. Unity holds the line while we try to break through. It’ll be impossible to win unless we organize and have a flexible front line. I fall back as more and more soldiers run forward to meet their demise.I don’t have a sniper knowing that I cannot help us push forward by snipping the enemy. I have what you call a machine gun with horrible accuracy and range, but good damage. I ready my weapon breath in and out, imagining the soldiers running towards the hell scape with a gun with one clip.