Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Sept 8, 2010 23:45:29 GMT -5
As much of a revelation and amazing moment it was when Kendra and I discovered our newfound abilities, I realized only minutes later the problem with what had just happened. We had not seen any issues here so far, at least nothing attacking us that is. We had also been mostly quiet though, and when I got the urge to test my arm, I made one fatal flaw. I easily alerted anyone within earshot where we were. I looked off in the distance and saw something oddly frightening heading towards us.
Several yards out, enough that it wouldn't be an immediate threat for several seconds. Many of the people we had found ourselves in battle with before still looked mostly human, but there was always odd characteristics that just made it obvious something was up. And you know, the screaming and running towards us was a tip too. These people seemed a little more primal though. As they neared, it became clear as to possibly why this was the case. So far as I could tell, the previous state of Roswell as a huge tourist attraction didn't help them. Because every single one of them who was barreling towards us was wearing a novelty alien mask.
Large, green, and plastic with an abnormal shape and large cut-out eyeholes. I had two thoughts at that very moment. The first was of how amazing an opportunity we now had to test out our newfound abilities. We had a chance to figure out just how amazing we were. My second thought was simple, succinct, precise. What the fuck is going on?
After that brief moment of panic, I drew my shotgun and expected to turn and see Kendra drawing her revolver. Instead, she wasn't even there. I glanced out and saw a barely recognizable blur buzzing towards the aliens. Or at least, that's what I was considering them at that point. Rather than taking them out quick or landing right in front or in the middle of them, Kendra was doing just like any little girl her age with these kinds of power would do. She was having fun.
Without them realizing it at all, she bolted behind them a good hundred yards and then began sneaking up on them. Every few moments she would bolt in and snap ones neck, before bolting back out and keeping enough constant speed in a small space to stay mostly invisible. They would be running solid, and as a group, only for one to randomly drop dead. I realized this was going to be all too easy, but could also be all too fun.
Therefore, I ran towards them yelling and screaming, and of course by the time I got there about a third had vanished thanks to Kendra. I then faked a trip, falling face-first into the dirt and allowing them to overtake me. I sprawled out and open, but kept my shotgun in hand despite appearing so helpless. A few starting striking me, and even one attempted to begin nibbling on my leg. I'm sure they expected screaming or something, but me giggling like a schoolgirl was certainly not what they expected.
Once I felt I had gotten my fill of fun and messing with them, I pulled my shotgun into position and took out three in one solid shot. By then, as Kendra had continued to enjoy picking them off a few at a time, only two more were left opposing us. I flipped my shotgun around and used it practically like a bat as I nearly took his head off. The one I hit landed flat, without a doubt having been completely and utterly killed the moment I made impact. Then the final one looked around, confused as to how two random people, one a tiny girl and one a middle-aged man, had easily killed every single one of them. Well, we hadn't killed him. Kendra was working on that one though.
Like a chip off the old sadistic block, she ran up to him, giggling and grabbing onto the bottom of his leg. He glanced down, not realizing what she was going to do from there. She laughed, before sending herself at full speed away from him. She left with such velocity that his body could not react fast enough to be pulled away with her. Instead, her departure immediately severed his leg from the knee down. Of course his response was an immediate cry of agony and crashing to the ground, landing on his now less than half a leg. My little girl was torturing her first enemy. I was so...proud.
As much as I wanted to let her continue with her fun, I had to cut it short. We needed to keep on the move, and if I hadn't stopped her she likely would've been there ripping tiny pieces of that thing's body off a little at a time with pure speed. She could've done that for hours. Instead though, we gathered what supplies were left in the town, and made our way out. Our path had become less and less precise as the days drudged by, originally I had intended to head for Dallas, Texas and eventually New Orleans, Louisiana. Mainly out of curiosity, those seemed like good places to stop and interesting places to see.
As much as we scavenged from places, not once since that first incident had we found a place with power, much less a working television to give us updates. We got bits and pieces here and there from damaged radios, but nothing we could actually draw any conclusions from. As much as we knew there was so much more out there, and so much we simply had to find, it still usually felt as if we were the only two left in the world. Though I realize now something quite ironic. Everyone always thought that aliens landed in Roswell, New Mexico.
Everyone argued for years about the apparent crash landing, the visitors from outer space, and everything from how they could help us and how they could attack and hurt us. Well aliens certainly haven't attacked Roswell, yet the actions of man over mere weeks turned everyone there into aliens. And then in a completely different result, has given Kendra and I almost superhuman abilities. Roswell always ranted and raved about visitors from outer space, and profited from it left and right. The real aliens were right in their back yard, simply waiting to be unleashed.
Several yards out, enough that it wouldn't be an immediate threat for several seconds. Many of the people we had found ourselves in battle with before still looked mostly human, but there was always odd characteristics that just made it obvious something was up. And you know, the screaming and running towards us was a tip too. These people seemed a little more primal though. As they neared, it became clear as to possibly why this was the case. So far as I could tell, the previous state of Roswell as a huge tourist attraction didn't help them. Because every single one of them who was barreling towards us was wearing a novelty alien mask.
Large, green, and plastic with an abnormal shape and large cut-out eyeholes. I had two thoughts at that very moment. The first was of how amazing an opportunity we now had to test out our newfound abilities. We had a chance to figure out just how amazing we were. My second thought was simple, succinct, precise. What the fuck is going on?
After that brief moment of panic, I drew my shotgun and expected to turn and see Kendra drawing her revolver. Instead, she wasn't even there. I glanced out and saw a barely recognizable blur buzzing towards the aliens. Or at least, that's what I was considering them at that point. Rather than taking them out quick or landing right in front or in the middle of them, Kendra was doing just like any little girl her age with these kinds of power would do. She was having fun.
Without them realizing it at all, she bolted behind them a good hundred yards and then began sneaking up on them. Every few moments she would bolt in and snap ones neck, before bolting back out and keeping enough constant speed in a small space to stay mostly invisible. They would be running solid, and as a group, only for one to randomly drop dead. I realized this was going to be all too easy, but could also be all too fun.
Therefore, I ran towards them yelling and screaming, and of course by the time I got there about a third had vanished thanks to Kendra. I then faked a trip, falling face-first into the dirt and allowing them to overtake me. I sprawled out and open, but kept my shotgun in hand despite appearing so helpless. A few starting striking me, and even one attempted to begin nibbling on my leg. I'm sure they expected screaming or something, but me giggling like a schoolgirl was certainly not what they expected.
Once I felt I had gotten my fill of fun and messing with them, I pulled my shotgun into position and took out three in one solid shot. By then, as Kendra had continued to enjoy picking them off a few at a time, only two more were left opposing us. I flipped my shotgun around and used it practically like a bat as I nearly took his head off. The one I hit landed flat, without a doubt having been completely and utterly killed the moment I made impact. Then the final one looked around, confused as to how two random people, one a tiny girl and one a middle-aged man, had easily killed every single one of them. Well, we hadn't killed him. Kendra was working on that one though.
Like a chip off the old sadistic block, she ran up to him, giggling and grabbing onto the bottom of his leg. He glanced down, not realizing what she was going to do from there. She laughed, before sending herself at full speed away from him. She left with such velocity that his body could not react fast enough to be pulled away with her. Instead, her departure immediately severed his leg from the knee down. Of course his response was an immediate cry of agony and crashing to the ground, landing on his now less than half a leg. My little girl was torturing her first enemy. I was so...proud.
As much as I wanted to let her continue with her fun, I had to cut it short. We needed to keep on the move, and if I hadn't stopped her she likely would've been there ripping tiny pieces of that thing's body off a little at a time with pure speed. She could've done that for hours. Instead though, we gathered what supplies were left in the town, and made our way out. Our path had become less and less precise as the days drudged by, originally I had intended to head for Dallas, Texas and eventually New Orleans, Louisiana. Mainly out of curiosity, those seemed like good places to stop and interesting places to see.
As much as we scavenged from places, not once since that first incident had we found a place with power, much less a working television to give us updates. We got bits and pieces here and there from damaged radios, but nothing we could actually draw any conclusions from. As much as we knew there was so much more out there, and so much we simply had to find, it still usually felt as if we were the only two left in the world. Though I realize now something quite ironic. Everyone always thought that aliens landed in Roswell, New Mexico.
Everyone argued for years about the apparent crash landing, the visitors from outer space, and everything from how they could help us and how they could attack and hurt us. Well aliens certainly haven't attacked Roswell, yet the actions of man over mere weeks turned everyone there into aliens. And then in a completely different result, has given Kendra and I almost superhuman abilities. Roswell always ranted and raved about visitors from outer space, and profited from it left and right. The real aliens were right in their back yard, simply waiting to be unleashed.
