John O'Brien - Chaos

“Go wake Sergeant Drescoll,” Lynn tells the Private, “Go quietly and slowly. Fill the Sergeant in and then the both of you come here.”

“What about the major?”

“Forget him! Do as I ask!” Lynn says quietly but with authority.

Without a sound, the Private slides backwards away from the edge. Lynn hears his footsteps ring lightly on the stairs as he descends but keeps her focus on the creatures as they continue to have a stare off. The situation and coolness of the night air sends a shiver along her body. The light goes off in her head; the cool air is sinking bringing their scent along with it. These things can hunt and detect by scent!?

She edges away from the roof edge losing sight of the creatures. As she edges away, she turns her head toward the remaining soldier on the roof and whispers loud enough for him to hear, “Private, off the roof NOW!”

In the darkness, she hears a rustling and sees his shadow move from his position facing the runway to the trap door. She descends quietly down the stairs after he has stepped off, shuts the trap door, and meets Sergeant Drescoll and the other Private at the bottom. She relates her discovery and sighting to all of them in whispered tones.

A shriek rises from outside and the small group steps over the sleeping bodies toward the window facing the creatures outside. Several of those sleeping sit up quickly as the shriek penetrates their various dreams. Looking out of the window, Lynn sees that the creatures are now attempting to scale the wire fence.

Without taking her eyes from outside, she says, “Sergeant Drescoll, wake the others.”

She watches as the group of five creatures climbs the chain link fence and become entangled in the razor wire running along the top. From her position, she sees blood immediately spurt in a multitude of locations from the figures. All of them howl and shriek from the intrusion and decimation of their bodies but they continue on; all of them eventually fall to the perimeter inside in heaps. They do not move from where they have fallen but they have taken the razor wire in that section of fence down with them.

The soldiers within the tower have all awakened either from the sounds outside or by Drescoll and crowd the interior of the control room attracted by the shrieking. Other creatures head in their direction in the night under the lights.

Lynn turns from the window and addresses the group, “Five have knocked the razor wire down and others are heading this way. Everyone out on the walkway. Four to a side with two facing the runway and two facing towards camp. Sergeant Drescoll and I will be on the roof directing. You two,” Lynn says pointing at a Private and a Corporal nearby, “cover the flight of stairs.”

She then turns to Major Bannerman, “If that is alright with you, sir.”

“Carry on, Sergeant,” he responds with a nod.

“Guns only. No grenades unless I say different. We don’t’ want to blow the fence down. Now move,” she says as her and Drescoll start for the steps leading up to the roof amid the sound of soldiers shuffling to and out of the door. The sound of magazines being inserted into weapons, clicks of safeties being switched off, and the ringing clatter of boots on the metal walkway momentarily fills the top of the tower.

Helmets line the walkway just below her feet as Lynn stands on the roof looking out to the ramp below. Looking down over the tops of the helmets, she sees several creatures emerge out of the darkness in the middle of the ramp and into the light spilling from the tower. The things, which had been on the run, come to a stop once they step into the light. Some peer around them both into the shadows from which they emerged and around the tower base itself. Others peer into the bright lights streaming down; blinded by the intensity. Lynn knows the creatures are unable to see the soldiers and her on the roof and walkway due to them having to look through the lights. She kneels and whispers to the soldiers to hold their fire until she initiates or calls for it.

Looking back over her shoulder, she whispers to Drescoll, “You take control of the front and other side; I’ll take the ramp side and rear.” She senses more than sees Drescoll nod.

Looking down at the soldiers just below her, she sees them all standing by the railing with their weapons at their shoulders aiming downward at the creatures. The two at the head of the stairs kneel with the barrels of their M-16’s sighted down the stairs. More of the creatures emerge out of the darkness and into the light. Looking back into the encampment, she sees other groups run through the circles of light heading in their direction. Turning her eyes back towards the things on the ramp below her, she notices several of them with their noses in the air. She can imagine the sniffing sounds and perhaps growling noises they are most likely making but the drone of the generator is overriding any other sound. The sound of the occasional soldier below her shifting positions is the only other noise rising to her in the chill early morning air.

Stillness settles over the environment as time comes to a standstill. The creatures stand still and test the air with soldiers staring back down at them with their weapons at the ready. Both groups are dressed in a similar fashion; the only difference being the color and shade of their skin and the creature’s fatigues darkened from blood. More than thirty have gathered below with more showing up with each passing moment. Lynn notices one of the creatures below tense, turn its head directly in their direction, and stares upward. The other creatures stop their milling apparently picking up on the same thing that made this one tense up. The one staring at them suddenly opens its mouth wide and a shriek intrudes over the generator. It charges toward the fence with the others following suit, shrieking as they come.

“Open fire!” Lynn yells before the creature has taken its second step.

The sound of M-16’s opening up along the walkway and sending their deadly load into the mass splits the night, overriding the sound of the shrieks and generator emanating from below. Lynn sights down her M-16 just as the first sounds erupt from below her, the red dot centering on the chest of the creature who first charged their way. She squeezes the trigger adding her own steel to the other rounds drilling into the charging mass. Blood blossoms and sprays outward from the creature as her rounds impact directly into its center mass and it drops rudely to the ramp.

Bodies drop repeatedly to the concrete as more rounds find their marks but the creatures rapidly gain the fence due to their vast numbers. They immediately begin scaling the chain links and, like the others before them, become entangled in the remaining razor wire. They fall to the ground inside the perimeter, dragging the razor wire with them.

The fence looks as if it has sparklers attached to it as many of the rounds being fired come into contact with it as Lynn and the soldiers fire into the creatures scaling the metal links. Many of the things circle around the fence and the sound of gunfire erupts from behind her as Drecoll’s group takes them under fire.

The air is filled with a myriad of sounds; the barking of M-16’s, the clink of magazines hitting the walkway as weapons are reloaded; the pinking sound of shells bouncing on the metal grating; the occasional shriek that rises above the din; the yells of Lynn and Drescoll as they direct fire; and, when sounds fade just for a split moment in time, the ringing sound of the chain link fence being scaled. The air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and the flash of weapons as the rounds leave the barrel. Bodies pile up on along the fence but the sheer numbers force entry into the perimeter; the weight of the creatures on the fence bends it over in places.