ALIEN INVASION (22 page)

I jumped into the air once more, was able to get enough height to land on its back. I wrapped my legs around its body, interlocked my feet, and I threw the arm that didn’t have the knife around its massive neck, to stop me from sliding off.

I stabbed the knife into the top of its head. It removed its hands from its eye and tried to reach around to pull me from it. I think if it weren’t for the tight space, it would have been able to manage it. I made sure it didn’t have a chance to carry me to a place it would have enough room.

I stabbed again and again and again. Its blood was spurting on each withdrawal of the knife, its shrieks crying out, loudly, on each penetration of the blade. It was frantic, waving its long arms in every which direction, chipping more rubble from the walls, from the roof too. Water was splashing all around us; my face was covered in its stinking blood.

It dropped to its knees. I just kept stabbing the knife into the top of its head. It fell to its chest, part of it going under the water, my wrapped legs doing the same. I stabbed some more. Its arms flailed, looking like it was trying to swim away. I just kept stabbing until it stopped moving.

Once it had, I unhooked my feet, rolled off its back onto the floor, into the water, and then wiggled my feet free, before kicking myself away with the use of its dead body. My chest was rising and falling faster than a porn star on a dick. I was soaking. Water and alien blood had drenched me. I was freezing too. I began to shiver. My teeth started chattering.

Something grabbed me from behind, at my shoulder. I jumped up and raised the knife. It was Cynthia. She was just as wet. I lowered the knife and then threw it from me, disgusted by how easily I had turned into such an animal. “Sorry,” I said.

“Don’t worry … Are you okay?”

“Maybe.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Yes, but I don’t think it’s anything serious.”

“I’m freezing.”

“Me too.” I moved to her and held her close. We both just stood there in silence for a while, shaking. “We need a change of clothes.”

“I got changed into my costume in my car, my other clothes are in the trunk.”

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything in my size, would you?”

She laughed, but her chattering teeth cut her off. “Sorry, I don’t think so. I have an idea though. Aren’t there some glass cabinets in the corridor, close to the stairwell that leads to the basement? They have those mannequins with the football team’s uniform on and the cheerleader’s too. We could grab them.”

“Okay, let’s do that. I need to warm up soon.”

It took awhile but we managed to find our way out of the basement and the corridor that contained the cabinets. If it weren’t for some light coming from a fire that was shining its glow through one of the windows, we wouldn’t have been able to see anything.

“What’s burning out there?” Cynthia asked.

I moved to the window, placed my nose up against it, and my hand over the top of my eyes to shield from glare. “Shit.”

“What?”

“The cars in the parking lot are fucked. I think the one that’s on fire is Mikey’s.”

“Dear God, Mikey.” I turned around, Cynthia was crying, leaning on the lockers next to the cabinets. “That alien killed him, didn’t it?”

“I think so.” I walked to stand next to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. I didn’t think so. I knew so.

“We’re going to die, aren’t we?”

“No.” I wasn’t too sure about it myself. I swallowed and then I shuddered at the thought. I didn’t want to die; I guess not many sane people do. I tried not to think about all the accomplishments I had planned to claim and how I’d not even have a chance of achieving them. It felt like the world was going to shit before I’d even had time to enjoy it.

I moved from Cynthia, picked up a garbage can that was full of paper. I waved her to move farther away. She did and then I swung the can into the glass of the cabinets. They smashed easily enough, knocking over some of the football trophies inside.

I pulled at the mannequins until they fell onto the tiled floor. I tugged the cheerleader uniform off first, then the football outfit. I placed the cheerleader uniform at Cynthia’s feet, she was sobbing into her hands, then I went back to the cabinets and removed some towels that had our college’s emblem on.

“Zack, is it over?”

“Is what over?” I asked as I handed her a towel.

“The world. Is that it, no more college, no more parties, no more sex, no more anything?”

“I’m not sure, but it looks that way.”

“I don’t want it to be that way.”

“Neither do I.”

“I had plans. I had a clearly defined path that I was going to follow, things I wanted to do. I was going to be happy, for fuck’s sake.” She pounded her fist into a locker.

“I did too … Dry yourself, please.” I removed my top, paused at my trousers, concerned about my size, considering how cold I was. I removed them anyway, my underwear to, then I kicked my sneakers off and pulled my soggy socks from my wet skin. I wrapped the towel around myself, it was only big enough to cover my top half, but it was better than the soaked clothes.

Cynthia wiped her nose clean of snot. She picked up her towel and used it to dry her tears, before she dropped it and undid her shirt. I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts, how she was spilling from her bra. She dropped the shirt, shimmied her skirt off, and then did the same with her panties, before kicking her shoes off.

I took a deep breath when I saw her pièce de résistance. It was the first pièce de résistance I’d ever seen in real life. The others had just been in my fantasies and on porn sites. I made sure I studied it for as long as I could without her noticing. I tried to hide my disappointment when she covered herself with the towel.

“I’m still freezing,” she said. “Zack, could you hug into me, warm me up?”

I was very concerned about the fact my cock was hanging free, and the look she gave it as she asked the question, but I slowly moved toward her anyway, hugging her into my towel the best I could. Feeling her leg resting against my penis was too much for me to take, for my member to take, I felt blood start to pump into it.

“Thank you,” she said into my ear with a little whisper. The feel of her breath on my skin was enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and my cock to do the same.

“Wow,” Cynthia said. “You must be thinking the same thing I am. Let’s just do it, Zack. It might be the last fuck we both have.” It would be my first, but I didn’t want to say.

She grabbed me, both of her hands behind my neck, and kissed me, deep. Her tongue danced with mine. I moaned as her lips kept mine open, so she could probe deeper. The towels fell from us both.

I stopped the kiss. “We can’t,” I said, cursing myself in my head. I picked up the towels and handed hers back as I wrapped myself in mine. She looked confused, and just as disappointed as I felt. “It’s not that I don’t want to, trust me I really do. I’ve thought about this moment so many times, every time I’ve seen you, but it’s not safe here. When we get somewhere we know we’ll be okay then we’ll do it. I’m sorry.”

“I understand. I’m not sure what came over me.”

I knew what almost did, but chose not to make the joke. “It’s okay, these are very odd times, and there’s heaps of strange emotions flying around at the moment. We’ve been through something very unique, and not to mention piss-your-pants terrifying.” I got the football uniform and started to get dressed. Cynthia picked up the cheerleader outfit and did the same.

Once we were both dressed I couldn’t help but laugh. The top was massive on me, so baggy. Cynthia chuckled too. Her outfit was way too small. The skirt was short enough to show her butt cheeks, her beautiful butt cheeks, the top was only just long enough to cover her nipples, her kissable nipples.

“We look like idiots,” she said.

“I’d have to agree.”

The sight of her was still enough for me to want to throw caution to the wind and get down to some freaky-times. I didn’t have to fight back the urge though, the alien that charged through the doors at the other end of the corridor, throwing lockers behind itself as it headed toward us, was enough to do that. I grabbed Cynthia’s hand and dragged her into a run in the opposite direction, the direction we’d just come from, the basement.

We raced down the stairs that led into the basement as fast as we could, the light from the fires outside was only enough to light the top few steps, after that our feet were everywhere. I almost tripped over on the last one. When my bare feet hit the cold water on the floor of the basement, the frigidity attacked my body again.

“Now we look like idiots for no damn reason, we’ll be soaking again soon,” Cynthia shouted over the splashes our feet were making, and the noise of the alien’s clawed feet made as it charged down the stairs to join us in the dark and cold.

We made it to the pod, after taking more than enough wrong turns to get us lost a few times. The alien seemed to have had the same trouble as the Splish-Splash Splish-Splash had faded.

I squeezed past the pod first and into its bright beam. I had to squint as I reached back around it for Cynthia’s hand. I pulled her through the gap and we started to run again. We jumped the dead body of the other alien, made sure we didn’t turn into the dead-end, and just aimed ourselves at the dark in front of us, the same direction we’d seen the first alien dash down when it had run past us before we discovered the pod.

I looked over my shoulder. The light from the pod was fading into the distance. Whatever corridor of the basement we were running down was long. There could have been ways to turn off it, but the pitch-black was disguising them.

Cynthia fell. I stumbled to one knee, water splattering up into my eyes. I dragged her up and she kept running. Splish-Splash. Splish-Splash. I looked over my shoulder. I could just about make out the silhouette of the alien as it headed toward us.

Then I fell on my butt. I’d run right into something. Cynthia was to my left, in the same position. We both got up and I felt forward with my hands. It was a wall. We’d found the end of the corridor. It was another dead-end. Splish-Splash. Splish-Splash.

I didn’t even bother looking to see how far the alien was from us, I just kept feeling around with my hands, this time over to my right, hoping they would leave the bricks, fall into some space, a hole, an exit for us. There was none.

Splish-Splash. Splish-Splash. I moved to the left. I did the same thing at that side. I got the same shitty result. So I just grabbed Cynthia’s hand again and positioned us so our backs were on the wall we’d run into. Splish-Splash. Splish-Splash.

The alien was closing in. “We’re fucked,” Cynthia said, sounding like she was crying again.

Splish-Splash. Splish-Splash. “We’re not. Just do as I say when I say it.”

Splish-Splash. Splish-Splash. The alien reached its hands out in front. It was almost completely consumed by the darkness now. It was hard to make out its form, but my eyes had started to adjust to the black enough to know it would soon be on us.

Splish-Splash. Splish-Splash. It opened its mouths.

Splish-Splash. Splish-Splash. “Wait for it!” I ordered Cynthia.

Splish-Splash. Splish-Splash. “Wait for what?” she asked.

Splish-Splash. Splish-Splash. “Now!”

I pushed Cynthia to the left. I jumped to the right. The alien hit into the wall, hard enough for it to break through the brick. The corridor filled with light, then the sound of gunfire. I ducked low enough for half of my face to be under the water, I hoped Cynthia had done the same, I didn’t want her to get struck by a bullet.

Something popped with a squelch and then the water next to me splashed. I felt something brush against my body. I risked raising my head from the water; the corridor was bright enough for me to be able to see what it was that had hit me, full detail. It was the head of the alien, all mangled and sloppy.

I saw Cynthia; she was sitting with her knees held into her chest, her head hiding behind her arms. Then I saw more of her as the water in the corridor began to drain away. I turned to look at the hole in the wall the alien had made, it was outlined by broken bricks.

Not far from that was a concrete wall, a hole in that too. It had smashed through two walls, not one. There was a space of a couple of feet separating the walls from each other; it must have hit it at a great speed to smash through both.

The light that was shining through the hole was blinding, I’d gotten too used to the dark it appeared. My eyes were fuzzy, out of focus, but I was still able to make out the outlines of three soldiers, their rifles aimed at Cynthia and me. The alien must have smashed through the outer wall of the basement and through the outer wall of another tunnel.

One of the soldiers stepped into the basement, his gun trained on me. “Who the hell are you?” he asked.

“My name is Zack,” I answered quickly. I pointed at Cynthia. “That’s Cynthia.” He whistled, admiring the view I think. “Thank you for killing that fucker. I got one myself, it’s back that way, not far from the pod.”

“What is this building?” he asked.

“My college,” I answered.

“Fuck me.” He turned to the soldiers standing in the other corridor. “Can you believe this shit? Some dumb motherfucker built a section of our base next to a damn college.”