Skip to main content

Could be

When we couldn’t hear the helicopters anymore, we knew they’d abandoned us. Though from their point of view we’d be MIA. At least until they saw our dismembered corpses being paraded through the street.
There were just three of us. A Seargent, a PFC, ad myself. We had no way out. Certain death was on the other side of the door. All we could do was wait. Crouching in the dark, watching the door counting our last breaths, thinking our final thoughts.
The walls were paper thin. We could already hear them searching apartments just down the hall. Screams were answered by bursts of machine gunfire.
It was too dark to see all the rats, but we could hear their claws tapping on the floor. They were coming to scavenge the softening flesh of the bodies piled on the bed. A fat one brushed up against my foot, and I kicked the back end of its plump body as it scurried away.
A few units over someone squeezed the trigger and bullet snapped in my ear. There was a flash of pain and the warmth of spilling blood. I clenched my teeth and kept quiet. Then I heard the Sargent laugh.
“Oh, I see what’s going on here. This is a good one! You almost got me,” the Seargent chuckled.
“Sir?” asked the PFC
“Yeah, this must be a newer version of the software. It’s pretty good!” The Seargent said, ignoring the private.
More bullets tore through the walls and ricocheted around the room. They were closing in on us. The silver lining of imminent death are the moments when you realize you’re effectively free of any consequences and things like the military code of conduct get dropped pretty quickly.
Shut the fuck up!” I barked at the babbling Seargent.
“Boys this is just a simulation,” The Seargent said. “We won’t really die.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, surprised I could feel so irritated given the circumstances.
“We’re in a Virtual reality simulation,” The Seargent said as if he thought that should be obvious to us by now. “I’ve done a few of these before when you “die” you just wake up back inside the simulator.”
“I don’t remember going in any simulator,” The PFC said skeptically.
“Well, don’t you think that would defeat the purpose?” asked the Seargent.
The Seargent dropped his M4 and pulled his service pistol from his holster. “Beers on me!” he shouted before pressing the barrel of the gun into the pink flesh of his mouth and pulling the trigger.
His head exploded like a melon, and the shot was immediately noticed by the militia outside. This was it. We were about to find out if all of this was just a simulation or not.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Continuity of Government

Nature carves out caves haphazardly. The walls are bumpy, the floors are uneven and prone to sudden opening up into deep chasms, and spikes hang from the ceilings like icicles. This cavern though had been cut into the side of the mountain in a very deliberate and careful fashion. It was a space of equal dimensions. The walls and ceiling with smoothed over with concrete. The opening only went a few meters into the rock and on the back wall was an elevator with a sliding cage door.
The Nelson party stumbled upon this secluded anomaly on their way to a burgeoning Mormon settlement on the west bank of the Mississippi. It was too alluring not to explore.
 It was evident from the location it was the builder's priorities to make sure this place was never found. That could only mean whatever was housed there was valuable.
Joe and Mike Nelson had never ridden in an elevator before, and it was every bit as mystifying to them as the man made cavern. The even succession of clicks produced by…

Jumpers

The fleet of ships that now held what remained of humanity inside their titanium hulls hovered at the edge of space. The mood was somber as everyone waited in a quiet tension pendulating between despair and mind-shattering terror. The powering up of the colossal nuclear engines sent gale force winds ripping across the planet.  This was the beginning of their latest exodus, just another jump on their way to the last.  Human civilization's only hope rested with an asteroid that was hurtling in their direction. The appearance of this interstellar ballistic was heralded as a miracle, and indeed it was their only hopes of escaping the world they devoured. When it screamed past the desolated little planet, they would launch themselves at the oncoming cosmic projectile it in a desperate attempt to cling to its jagged surface. It's projected trajectory was set to take it just outside the orbit of a small planet dubbed Toba. An infinitesimal but livable planet.  There wasn't enoug…

Family Content

Melony Coasts was by all standards a very attractive women. Two births, although one admittedly was c-section, and the subsequent sixteen years of motherhood did little to diminish Melony’s radiant beauty nor dampen her lively personality.
Melony’s children her 16-year-old son Eric, and her 14-year-old daughter Sophia were the fortunate product’s of two very enviable sets of genes. Naturally, the Coasts were popular around the neighborhood. Then one day the enterprising and chronically bored Melony developed the idea of transforming her charismatic family into a lucrative YouTube series.
Melony’s optimism was not misplaced. The family was an instant internet sensation, and soon they were drawing audiences of millions. Merchandise sales and fan donations came flooding in for the already relatively wealthy Coasts.
Like more conventional television shows fans usually had a favorite star of the show. A considerable portion of the viewership was drawn in by Melony’s low cut shirts and form…