The World Ends With Aliens
Chapter 2
By Noobwriter96
Yesterday, it had been nothing out of the ordinary for Milford as families walked Main Street, looking for someplace to eat. The townspeople went about their days without the slightest worry save for the weather and the rising gas prices. The town park where people lingered beneath the shades of trees, having picnics or just the usual aerobic exercise group following the motions of their leader.
Katie Bowen was in a middle of her daily run, on that fateful day, of the Twenty First of February.
Her toned abs glistening with the sweat of five kilometers' worth of running. With her tight-fitting sports bra that gave her chest an exaggerated boost and an ass that made known to everybody else that the slender brunette works the hell out of it. Husbands in their family picnic would pretend to stretch-out and take a quick look-see whenever she ran by, careful not to take too long or too obvious. Passing truck drivers would holler and honk their horns as they saw the lady in the sports bra. Even senior citizens playing chase had to look up from their game beneath the shades to admire the shapely brunette.
To her, running was just to break out of the norm out of her office job. To be stuck in that cubicle for seven hours a day, five days a week, she needed to make her muscles groan, to ache. She felt like she can do more, achieve more. Twenty-six years old already, still young as the standards go by, but to Katie, she felt like she wasted some of those good years working in an office.
Running made her feel just a teensy bit exhilarated. Running made her burn away her frustrations.
And running may as well be the only thing that's going to keep her alive.
First, there was a God-awful ringing, as if the entire town was encased in the insides of a giant church bell and someone had struck it with all their might. A booming mechanical noise that reverberated down to the bones of everyone, almost sending Katie herself to her knees. Glass burst and exploded all across town as people covered their ears, screaming in silent agony.
Then came the explosions, people screaming. Day turned to night, as thousands and thousands of flying metal shapes blotted out the sky above Milford like a swarm of locusts. For one dumbfounded moment, it took her some time to realize what they were. And she wasn't the only one. Planes. Ships. People had seen enough sci-fi movies to know what they were. And they were starting to grow bigger, closer.
So Katie ran. Where a minute ago there had been bright blue sky and soft white clouds, now it was dark, stormy clouds with purple lightning, skittering across the skies above.
Her heart thundering in her chest. Lungs burned with exertion as she dodged and weaved out of burning rubble. People all around screaming and trying to get away from the chaos much like herself. Bodies stumbled onto one another, losing balance and falling on the paved road.
Worst of all, was the horrid things that descended from the sky, encased in translucent purple light. Beacons of purple light all beamed down from up above, all over Milford. Little green men, with wrinkled faces and pointed ears and noses. Their full height came only at her waist. They looked like some sick, cruel version of Santa's elves. It was in the instinct of anyone that saw these creatures that they meant plenty of harm, brandishing equipment that were evidently weapons, almost comically twice as tall as they were and just as dangerous as they looked. Blue bolts of energy erupted from these, exploding a chunk of building nearby. The sound just made Katie run faster, away from the center of town where most of their numbers poured in from the sky.
Others of these goblin-looking monsters descended from the skies with miniature jetpacks and in vessels of wrought steel, flooding in the hundreds across the park, storming the very heart of the town.
Farther away from the ground zero on Millford, into its outer streets, the situation was much different. Surviving local enforcement and civilian defenders stood their ground and gathered arms, they held the lines as much of the townspeople tried to escape. It was here that they made their stand. Led by none other than the two blonde officers, Officers Chambers and Ward.
They rallied the locals, pushing cars to form a barricade whilst providing covering fire for the escaping townspeople who had the unfortunate luck of being on the townpark when the aliens began their landing by the hundreds.
Katie saw them and ran like never before. Defenders waved the fleeing townsfolk to rush towards the makeshift barricade, towards safety. Katie narrowly missed a blue beam of death just inches where it blew up the asphalt where she had been. She saw the cute barista teen that served her coffee that morning get hit by a bolt of blue electricity, toppling to the ground motionless. She jumped over a fallen, burning tree, a hundred meters away from the barricades.
She was going to make it out alive, Katie thought, joy in her heart.
And then the world flipped around her as she was caught in a blast that made her tumble, trip and fall flat on asphalt. Ears ringing and vision blurry, she tried to put her hands beneath her, to make another run for it before a loud bang went off not far from her and everything went to black.
Future survivors of multiple engagements from all over the country would soon discover and analyze the tactics used by these three-foot extraterrestrials. The extraterrestrial primary frontline infantry or more colloquially known as Goblins, were equipped with energy-based weapons. Capable of firing semi-automatic bolts of concentrated energy. But the equipment condition varied between enemy soldiers from poorly kept to workable. One in ten would end up rupturing and exploding at the hands of the little green men. It was in their sheer number and agility that they would compensate their lack of individual strength and poor weapon upkeep.
From simple 9mm pistols to.12-gauge shotguns, the people of Millford rallied so that their friends, families and neighbors could escape.
A line of fire established, the citizens of Millford held up an impressive defense despite the dire odds. From simple business owners, to mothers and fathers taking up arms, they unleashed their desperate fury against the horde of little green men that flooded the street towards them.
Impromptu Molotov cocktails burst out of the rooftops, a quick concoction by the bar owner Daryl, cascading the invaders in a rain of burning alcohol.
Beloved pets were let loose, German shepherds, Rottweilers and Dobermans, a dozen of them pounced on the squat, green aliens. The aliens were being bludgeoned, their numbers and poor equipment, although advanced, hampered their push in the packed street of the defenders' barricade.
Chambers heard the breaking of wood off to the side of a building and into what had been Alberto's Italian Restaurant. Instinct told her to follow and she rushed in through the shattered glass. At least two dozen of the things had flanked from the other street and into Alberto's, hoping to catch the defenders unawares from the sides. Clever. At their head was an aged looking fucker. Weathered with scars than the rest and with a stubble of silver hair at the chin.
Chambers was quick to the draw, in a blink of an eye unloading half her bullets into their leader. The bullets fizzled into smoke, ignited by blue lighting as they made impact a mere inch away from the leader.
As most would eventually learn, a few of the aliens would have what is known as energized shielding. The more veteran amongst their ranks are equipped with these. Testing showed a standard police issue nine-millimeter pistol would do little to expedite the stored energy in the batterypacks these aliens carried.
