John Davis: The Colony

And so, after a moment of personal struggle, Jack decided to go back; help the men under his command. But only a couple of steps into the decision, he saw Bronson fall to his death, dropping a wounded Twiggy in the process.

It was a moment that would forever cement into his mind, Twiggy, the group’s explosives expert, reaching out for Jack with desperation, only to be quickly dragged out of sight and into the thick of rain. Screams of soul-damning following very closely behind.

The soldier inside of Jack finally agreed with the human being in him.

Get inside the chopper.

Quickly pressing a sequence of buttons, the chopper’s door opened, quickened by the pushing grasp of Jack’s arms, which seemed to pop with such harsh use.

“Read you loud and clear ground team.” the voice of Sayers said, broadcasting throughout the chopper.

“Wait!” Jack yelled, quickly closing the rear door of the chopper. “Wait, wait!” he cried, grabbing the com in his hand.

“Just in the nick of time LT, we were just about to hit atmosphere, go ahead with your traffic.” Sayers replied.

“Oh God,” Jack said, thankful that he had reached them in time. “I need you to get a message to Bailey.”

“Alright sir, go ahead.” Sayers replied, his voice sounding calm even through the digital front of the com system.

“Tell him Bronson, Twiggy and Avery are all dead. So are most of the colonists.”

“I’m sorry sir, dead? Say again?” Sayers replied with a serious lack of belief, as though the com had become malfunctioned.

“Dead!” Jack confirmed loudly. “I need him to contact Earth Defense Command and get some damn help in here. I also need him to assemble a second ground team. Bring plenty of weapons and ration packs. The survivors are mostly children and haven’t eaten.”

“Uh,” Sayers replied, taking a moment to relay the news to Lincoln. “Will do sir. What should I tell Bailey when he asks how the men died?”

“There is something here.” Jack replied.

“Something, as in what? Contamination? Animals?” Sayers asked probingly.

Up until that very moment, Lieutenant Jack Strong had been unsure himself. But, glancing to the shatterproof windshield of the chopper, he saw it. Several of them. Just as the surviving general had described them. Demons.

Very tall, each of them had a startling paleness about them, their faces seeming to mesh together a bit with pieces of flesh. It resembled a very serious skin-graft, with eyes of solid black. And though he had thought the general to be either mad, or a victim of prolonged stress, his description had been accurate. Tall wings made of a steel-type material, their edges appearing to be razor sharp, as did the massive claws poking from their fingers.

Worse, dozens of them seemed to appear behind the one closest to the chopper, leading Jack to wonder how many there actually were.

“Sir?” Sayers asked.

“Just check your video feed.” Jack replied, having the heads-up enough to lean forward and press a record button on the control panel.

A single pane of shatterproof glass separated the leader of a small Earth Defense Marine group from what appeared to be the devil himself, though it wasn’t possible. Still, the monster began to drag his claws across the glass tauntingly, grinning a bit while staring at Jack with the pitch-dark of its eyes.

Firing up the thrusters of the chopper, Jack leaned close to the glass, placing their faces less than a foot apart. Offering it the universal sign of fuck-off as he raised his middle finger, slowly drifting the chopper in reverse toward the fallout shelter.

“That’s the signal,” Renaldo said of the thrusters. “Open the door!” he added, prompting Wesley and the general to begin helping him open their slab of steel safety as the chopper swiftly approached. Eventually bumping up against the front of the shelter.

With a sequenced press of keys, the chopper door opened once more, this time exposing the interior of the fallout shelter, while providing a needed barricade from those who would see them dead.

“Hang tight sir, we’ll get help to your position soon enough.” Sayers replied.

With that, the chopper passed overhead one last time, bursting back into the upper-atmosphere on its way to report the findings to Bailey, and ultimately, Earth Defense Command.

“Jesus man, what in the hell was that?” Lincoln asked.

“I’m,” Sayers replied, pausing to regain his wits. “I’m not sure. But we have to get this video back to Bailey quick.”

Acknowledging the truth of his statement, Lincoln began to force the chopper into a full-burn, which turned it into a machine capable of hauling ass while drinking fuel as if it were going out of style.

Lieutenant Jack Strong sat in the pilot’s seat for several harsh moments, continuing his stare out into a pit of fog which partially hid those who lusted of murder.

He had never seen their race before.

All of the training, the wars, the grit of battlefield death; it had all primed him into becoming the soldier that he was. Solid, strong and without fear.

But as he glanced out to those who appeared demon-like, their eyes gleaming of the madness of slaughter, Jack felt himself shiver just a bit.

“Sir.”

Spinning back with haste, Jack immediately held Renaldo at gunpoint, his pistol dedicated to the draw.

“Whoa sir, it’s me.” the sniper said easily, slowly lifting his hands a bit.

“Sorry about that,” Jack replied, lowering his piece. “Fuck!”

“I take it whatever is out there is as advertised?” the sniper asked.

“I don’t know what the fuck it is…what they are…but the old man was right. Looked like textbook demons to me.” Jack replied.

“Were you able to get a message out to Bailey? Heard a chopper flying overhead.” Renaldo asked.

“It was Sayers, and yea, sent him a video feed of the bastards. Told him to get in touch with command and get us some damn help out here.” Jack replied.

“How long before they get here?”

“We need to get everyone together about that.” Jack replied, turning to stare out into the pack of demons once more, the silhouette of their figures seemingly dissipating into the fog.

“The good news is I was able to alert my crew in orbit. They know we’re here, stranded, and they have a video feed of whatever is outside.” Lieutenant Strong said, turning to look into the faces of each of them, including the children.

“What’s the bad news?” the general asked.

“The bad news?” Jack asked with surprise. “For starters, three of my men are dead,” he said before pausing. “So are nearly all of yours.”

“How long before help arrives? Before we can these children off of this rock?” Julia asked.

A very good question in Jack’s mind, further made important by her genuine concern for the young colonists.

“Good question,” he finally replied, his tone much easier with her compared to the general. “The remainder of my crew will surely be here soon enough, but beyond that, I’m not sure. It takes a lot of turning wheels to get real firepower here.”

“You’re not telling me anything new.” the general commented, thinking of his years as a man of the uniform.

“There is something I wanted to lay out in front of the group,” Jack said, taking his time in sternly looking to the general. “We do have a fully-functional chopper.

“So we’re saved?” Julia asked.

“Not exactly. There’s a cargo limit in terms of weight, so we all won’t be able to make the trip. I was thinking of packing it with a soldier who will pilot, yourself, and as many children as we can fit.” Jack replied.