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2018 - 2021 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
Author's Note
: There is no sex in this story. I started this story in 2018 as a series I was going to call future history. This is or could be a snippet from my other future histories story, Downfall. It has taken me a while to finish this to my liking. In the beginning I didn't have an ending, then on day after reading what I had, I did. Enjoy.
Chicom Invasion
Chapter 1
Running. They were running through the snow. In the dark. The terrain, lit by only moonlight. The stark contrast of dark against white made for a beautiful landscape, but the bullets flying through the air held the four runners' attention. They made it to the tree line. The large trunks hiding them as they stopped and turned toward their pursuers.
"Three of them coming from the east, two more from the north," Kelly said, her voice hoarse with exertion.
"I got the two from the north," Allen replied raising his rifle to his shoulder.
"Kelly, you and me will take the other three," Bobby said sighting down the barrel of his rifle.
"Right," Kelly said. "Becky, you stay behind that tree."
"Oh, I will," Becky said as wood splinters spit past her as bullets hit the tree bole she was behind. "Crap!"
The three with rifles held their fire as long as they could. All of them fired at the same time. All three of the first targets dropped to the ground, blood spurting from their wounds. The second volley of shots hit home. The valley was quiet except for the harsh breathing of the four kids as they watch the valley floor for any more movement.
"All right, let's move," ordered Kelly.
She was fourteen, the oldest of the group. They had been out hunting when they ran into the Chicom patrol. The five-man patrol had tried to stop them, but the kids had run. The Chicom patrol followed. That was their last mistake. Their first was assuming the children were scared of them. They were not. They were scared of getting caught. They were somewhat scared of dying. But they were not afraid of Chicom soldiers.
The four kids quickly disappeared farther back into the woods and headed for their camp. A shadow of a figure rose out of the snow in the valley. Dressed in white the figure was almost invisible against the snowy background. It moved silently, the crunch of the snow underfoot the only sound it made. The figure followed the four children as best as it could, trying to keep at least one of them in sight as it went.
Kelly halted the group just outside the ravine entrance in which the freedom fighters had a cave where they lived. She held up her hand for the other three to be quiet. Looking around, Kelly searched for the first lookout. Spotting him, she waved, moving her hand in such a way as to signal that lookout they were friendlies. The lookout waved back, then waved them forward. At the same time, he moved to a new position. The lookout watched the path to the cave intently as the four kids disappeared around a bend in the ravine that led to the cave. Movement caught his eye. He watched intently as the white figure move swiftly up the ravine trying to catch up with the four kids.
John Denim was also watching intently as the lookout waved a hand in the air. John had also seen the white figure move up the ravine. John was waiting for him at the bend around which the children had disappeared. When the head of the figure came into view, John smashed his rifle butt against the man's head. The man dropped to the ground like a felled tree. The three kids were back with their rifles pointed at the man on the ground. John grunted.
"I knew there had to be someone behind us. Does anyone know who he is?" asked Kelly.
"Nope, no one I know and he's not Chinese either," replied John.
The rest of the kids shook their heads at Kelly's question. John reached down and pulled the man onto his back. His eyes started to flutter as he came to. Opening his eyes, he gasped as he looked up at four rifles pointed at his head.
"Who are you and who do you work for?" John growled.
"Ah..."
"Wrong answer," said Kelly pressing the barrel to his head.
"Wait. Wait, I can explain..."
"Hold up Kel. Okay explain," said John harshly.
"Um..."
The crack of John's rifle echoed through the ravine.
"Wrong answer," he said softly.
Leaning down, John grabbed the collar of the man's coat and dragged him up the ravine to a small nook in the side. He pulled the man in there and dropped him. The kids didn't follow him. Instead, they went to the cave entrance. Becky the youngest of the group ran to the side of the ravine and vomited. It wasn't the first dead man she had ever seen, but it was the first up-close dead man she had seen. The rest of the kids stopped and waited for her. They had all been through this before. This was only the second time Becky had joined them on a patrol and hunting expedition.
"Sorry," Becky said softly.
"No, need, Bek," replied Kelly.
Becky nodded and the kids turned toward the cave entrance up the ravine. Inside, Kelly broke off and walked over to a man, sitting at a desk to the side of the entrance. She stood there until he looked up at her.
"Well, Kelly, empty-handed I see," he said without malice.
"We ran into a Chicom patrol."
"Where?" the man asked pulling a map over in front of him.
Bending down Kelly looked at the map. When she found where they had the shoot-out with the Chicom, she pointed, placing her finger on the map.
"There. There were five we could see and one collaborator we couldn't."
"John took care of him I assume?"
"Yes, sir."
"Kelly, just because I'm your father you don't have to 'sir' me, okay, dear?"
"Yes, dad," replied Kelly.
"Go. Go get something to eat and warm up. Your mother is over by the fire," the man behind the desk said.
"I will," said Kelly turning and walking away slowly.
At the fire, Kelly was gathered into a slender woman's arms. She wrapped her arms around the woman.
"I love you, Kelly," the woman said.
"I love you, too, mom," replied Kelly.
"Here, let me get you something to eat. The rest of the children are over there," Kelly's mom said pointing as she grabbed a bowl from the stack by the fire.
Chapter 2
The next morning Kelly was up early, ready to go back out hunting game. Her father stopped her.
"Kelly, no one is going out of the cave system until we know if that guy was working with the Chicoms, okay?"
"Okay, dad," she said sitting down next to him. She looked at what he was doing. "What are you doing dad?"
"I'm trying to find the other entrance out of here. So far we haven't needed it, but with the Chicoms in the valley to the North, we might."
"Oh. Do we even know if there is another entrance?" asked Kelly.
"Well, the map that was given to us by those who explored this cave system for us said there is and even had it indicated on their map," Kelly's dad said moving a hand-drawn map on top of the map of the area.
Kelly took it from him and searched the map. She was surprised the cave system was so big. She could see the entrance they use to get in and out. She followed the inside wall of the cave to the first branch, which she had been down. It ended in a large gallery. Coming back she followed the wall until she was back in the main part of the cavern. She continued until she found a side tunnel she hadn't yet explored.
"Dad, this tunnel, isn't really there," she said.
"What?"
"This tunnel here," Kelly said pointing to the place on the map. "I have never been down this tunnel, there is a flat wall from this tunnel to this one down here," she said.
"Are you sure?" her dad asked.