• CHAPTER 2: Get the Hell off my Lawn


    //11:58 EST Governor Office//

    “I’m sorry Governor, but the search parties didn’t make it back.” The colonel stood by the desk in the mayor’s office.

    The Governor, Governor Lars Jakob, sat behind his desk, his face buried in his hands. He sent another group of men to their deaths, he thought. The only sound was of the grandfather clock, ticking away, mocking and imitating, his very own sanity. “I’m so sorry Colonel Eva… All I wanted was for my people to be back where it’s safe,” he wiped tears, which were now spilling over his aging skin, “I’m truly sorry.”

    “Governor, it is our duty to keep the people of Darkur safe at all costs, from all hostiles. They were only doing their duty, and we should be proud they died doing what they were raised to do.” Eva turned, and walked out of the room.

    The Governor slipped open a bottle of cognac, and a cup, and muttered to himself, “I’m sorry… So sorry…” The priceless clock rang out, the hour hand had had hit 12. “I’m so sorry.”



    //16:32 EST East Darkur Perimeter//

    Fawkins looked out into the endless sea of swirling dust. Something was unusual.A tremor shook him fully, and he stumbled around in his fully equipped, massive marine armor. Large fissures were snaking along the broken sands. Fawkins lifted his visor and scratched his forehead, “What the-“

    Debris exploded in all directions, as two massive creatures, the size of a trolley car, emerged. The look a cross of a snail, and a crab came into mind, he’s never seen or heard of zerg like this. Multiple marines now had their attention on the new invader, and directed their rifles on the creature, Fawkins was the first to shout out, “Wait!” The marines held their fire and looked at each other nervously. The creature were lying there, examining their surroundings. “We don’t know what they are capable of.”

    To exemplify his point, one of the creatures spewed out a blurry projectile at one of the marines, and on impact released a fine red mist. The marine screamed, and immediately started convulsing rapidly. All the marines were now looking at Fawkins, all of them with expressions of gripping panic. “Uhhhh….” The creatures were bracing for another shot, “Uhhh…!” One of the zerg vomited forth another unknown projectile. “SHOOT! SHOOT THE DAMNED THINGS!”

    Now all the marines were spraying the two zergs, pumping them with 9mm spikes, blood poured out of every orifice of the aliens’ bodies, all of which in the same time, more strange vomit impacted on the marines. Finally, after a few minutes being past, the creatures fell over, seemingly dead. Shouts ricochet off the perimeter walls, as medics quickly set up next to the fallen marines. Fawkins sat down, pressed against the wall overlooking the outside, and took a deep breath. Words stuck out like sore thumbs in amidst the chaos to recover the wounded.

    “They’re still alive.” Fawkins was now really interested; he got up and walked over to a small group that had formed around a fallen marine. A male medic, who are quite common now that medics were slowly being replaced by a new form of medi-care, was attending to the laying marine. “His pulse is well over 3 times the normal pulse,” the medic was panicking now, “I need a crash kit, NOW!”

    The assistant stammered and pointed at the fallen marine, who stood frozen, with a look of complete fear and awe. Fawkins looked back to the patient. The marine was shaking uncontrollably, and tendrils of alien organic materials shot out of the once human body. Fawkins backed up, Fawkins stammered, “Oh s**t-t-t-t.” The mutant soldier crawled over his death bed and reached for the medic, yanking him to the rapidly changing marine’s face. The medic now was screaming and yelping in fear, the marine roared into his face, sounding nothing like a normal man, more closer to a whale or a trombone, new appendages flashed out, each with a a sort of jutting bone at the ends, looking sharp and menacing. The new limbs quickly slashed down, severing the medic from the waist. It’s hands, now edged with claws, threw the top portion of the medic across the floor with inhumane strength, the waist below dropping to the ground, intestines and other various organs spilling out along with tubs of blood. Similar scenes were now happening all across the area, the infested marines now fused with zerg, were traveling in a rampage. A female marine in front of Fawkins screamed as a talon was brought down slashing open her chest, blood showering the air in a steady stream. Fawkins tripped over the medic’s legs and fell to the ground and was now crawling rapidly backwards, still keeping both his eyes on the infested marine, who was now pacing towards him. Blood from the masses around him covered Fawkin’s face, half delirious, he screamed, “What do you want from us!?”

    The infested terran screeched and garbled out a single message, “Glory to the swarm.”
    Fawkins face was now in shock, he slammed the button next to him, reaching out with his arm, alarms sounded all around the city, and the klaxon went off. “HELP! WE NEED BACKUP-“

    The zerg limbs flailed at Fawkins, ripping his flesh apart, blood splashed across the walls, and the last thought that flashed across his eyes was the sweet pleasant home of him and his beautiful wife, and how much grief she will have to feel when the letter arrives of his death.



    //16:43 EST Darkur Security Office//

    “BACKUP-“ The cry for help was cut off as the messenger cried out, and alien voices filled the rest of the message. The cry silenced the entire building floor, all of the Darkur police forces looked at each other with looks of awe, each rooted to place.

    A body crashed into the front two doors snapping them all back to reality, the body left a trail of blood as it slid across the floor. The officers all raised gauss pistols at the door in response. Massive bulky marines, fitted with organic appendages filed into the door. They stood at the entrance, and nobody moved a muscle. The silence lasted a fraction of a second, as the once-marines lifted their gauss rifles and poured ammo into the office building. People were torn apart by the sudden bombardment as immediately; dozens of people were slaughtered like cows.

    “SERVE THE QUEEN!” The infested marines snarled and snapped their jaws, most of which were now completely deformed by the mutations coursing through their bodies.



    //16:51 EST Governor Office//

    Lars sat in his chair, half drunk by the alcohol. The doors to his office tore open, as his assistances scrambled through the door. They were all infected, all having grown numerous additional limbs, and each being mangled. Governor Lars set down his cup of alcohol and shut his eyes, and reminisced of when people killed people as the masses of mutants swarmed over his flesh.