ALIENS: APOCOLYPSE

Chapter 1

We all suppose the crash was ment to kill the monsters. Nobody expected that a handful of their facehuggers would survive the crash. The people had never seen this kind of creature before. No technology. No phones. No warnings.

They grew so fast. Nobody thaught to check the villages as they secured the wreckage. It only took the beasts a year to take all of Europe and Africa. Two more years to put Russia into remission. Five years and almost all of Asia was infested with hives. America was the safe haven, or so they thaught. We still don't know if they swam or if someone got infested and snuck in past the security. But the United States was lost in less then a year...

"What's your name soldier!" A tall black marine stood inches from my face. Stern and a face so lean his eyes nearly popped out. "Hadley, sir!" Standing six foot tall, my sarg still makes me look like a dwarf. He made most of us recruits look, and feel, like stains on the world. "Soldiers! Soldiers is all you are. The lot of you are nothing but magots," he looked right back at me," and alittle G.I. Jane wanabe." He hates me. Day one I was his bitch. I'll live better if I could never see a potato again.

A tall lanky private ran up, breathing hard, " Staff Sergent Wilt! It's time sir." The Sarg looked at him like he would bodyslam the poor fellow. Which, I believe he looked at everyone the same way. He turned back to me," Well, well, little . Looks like you get to take the skills I've taught you, and these maggots of yours, to the battle zone." Wilt looked over the lot of us. Only twenty-five rag tag people that got drafted two years ago. I smiled as I quickly swep my short brown hair behind my ear. His eyes squinted at us," I don't like any of you little bastards. Any of you. But I'll personally fly out there and pick up your dead asses and kill you again if you fail in your mission. I trained you. You better not fil me!" He spun on his heel and entered the underground base as the bay door closed behind him, hiding the base like it was never there under the desert sand.

The dust kicked up as the helicopter landed. I turned to my men, " This is it. This is what we trained for. It is time to go reclame our world and rid it of these damn bugs. Load up! Gear is on your seat!" None of them even hesitated. But why would they. We had it drilled into us from day one. But I beat them. I beat them in every aspect. The men even joked I couldn't be human. I even wondered sometimes. I earned my roll as Squad Leader. But that was the only title in our ranks. "They don't expect for you to live long enough for it to matter. Not like your going to get burried properly anyways." Staff Sergent Wilt told me when I asked him about it. The one and only time I seen that man laugh. I followed on after the last soldier. Found my seat at the front of the helicopter. My rifle and pack waiting there. We trained for this day. We trained hard and we were ready to kill some bugs.

I strapped in and knocked on the seat of the pilot," Where are we going to be stationed?" He turned too me and I seen his name was Denver," Well Squad Leader, you'll be stationed in the middle of hell and yes, you will have to build your own damn desk." His smirk made me want to smack the shit out of him. "Time to take back Africa," he yelled. I opened my mouth to protest, but was jolted to my seat as he took off. Holy fucking shit, Africa! Why the hell woud they send us there. Hell would be a much easier challenge. Wilt knew, that basterd knew. I looked at my men. White or black, it did not matter. They were all pale from the news.

The ride was long, rough, and just like sex. Not worth it. We refueled before crossing the sea. A dark abyss so inviting under us. We have grown calm and even cheerful for battle. We even chanted and sang as we flew over the ocean. All the training in the world could not have us ready for the beasts that lie ahead. Africa had not seen human life in years. "Houston. How was Texas when you got sent out?" A handful of men looked my way and all together," Blue skys and acid rivers, Squad Leader." A light laugh went through the bay of the helicopter. A red headed man with a big chin looked across the way at his twin," At least Jackson held out longer against the bugs then the rest of these lots." He playfully slapped the mans shoulder beside him. The glare could cut butter, but no argument came of it. Jackson were the red head's names. All their names, the names of the city they were born. Geneticly born to grow faster. So why name them? All project pets of differnet orginizations to help create fighters for the war against the xenomorphes. We had to though, we could not keep up with the much greater number of bugs in the world. So we made lab babies that grew to a full thirty year age in just two years. In which time they were to be trained and hardened into soldiers.

"Squad Leader, Landing in ETA two minutes," Denver yelled back. I clossed my eyes for a quick second, released a slow breathe. Unhooked my belts and stood to see the landing zone. "Denver, where is the base? Underground," I asked him. He laughed out loud and looked back at me," There is no base here. We'll have to built it ourselves. They want this spot to start a stronghold to start getting an edge on the beasts." The spot was bare. A few big rocks next to a good bit of tree line on one side and a small lake with nothing but desert in the other direction. The bugs could only be hiding in one area. I spunk around to my men," Gear up maggots! Time to shine! It's up to you if its on a poster or on the side of a rock." Everyone strapped their helmet on and slapped their magazines in their rifles. Turned to the rear of the bay and got in a squat stance, one hand on the shoulder of the soldier infront of each other. Ready to pounce and sprint to battle. I walked between both lines inspecting their gear, their stance, the fear in each of their eyes. I reached the door release and as I felt the aircraft slow I slapped the green light," Go!"

The sand seemed soft under my boots. The grunts of my fellow soldiers seemed so loud and the chopping of the blades on the chopper seemed like beats in the air. But it was so quite, so slow that you could almost count the sand particales swirling in the air around us. "Houstons behind the north rock! Christi, get the fifty cal set up in the middle aiming north east! Keep your eyes opened. They heard us coming." Men seemed to scatter in an orginized chaos around me as I barked orders. The sand started to settle. All we could hear was ourselves breathing and some rustling of men getting better stances.

After only moments of silence, we heard the rustling coming from the trees. Sure enough, they hear us and were coming. "Stand ready men. Time to earn your balls today!"

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