This is something of an explanation chapter, with a few twists at the end… I would also like to have someone to "beta read". If your interested, e-mail me (esfrsbcglobal.net). And now, lets start chapter 3.
Chapter 3 Research Post
Military Research Post Number 456
0100 hours after contact
Voice Diary of Johns Gunn
Everything's gone to hell. We're all going to die. There's only so long we can stay boarded up in here. The Doc's got some idea of what's going on, but-
ERROR Out of record space.
Military Research Post Number 456
0101 hours after contact
Gunn listened to the prerecorded voice tell him he was out of space. Talking to him like he was an idiot. "You need to delete older files before recording more."
"No shit, Sherlock." Gunn had always wondered who Sherlock was. He vaguely remembered his mom saying something about being a detective. Gunn pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He needed to focus.
"Hey! You almost done in there? Other people need to piss too! Unless, you're not pissing…" someone yelled from the other side of the door.
"Fuck off!"
"I thought that was what you were doing."
Gunn saved his breath. He pretended to flush the toilet and wash his hands, and the walked out and headed toward the dinning room. Everyone was quiet and tense. He spotted Freeman and went to him.
"Everyone's tense."
"You are too. By the way, you should try to control your temper." It took Gunn a second to realize what he was talking about.
"You heard?"
"The whole building heard. Amazing how Jenkins can be such a immature jackass at a time like this." Gunn made a note to remember the name.
"Alright listen up! We have enough rifles for half the men. That means you are to get a buddy and stick with him!" Pulmer ordered. He turned to Freeman. "Come with me. There's something I want to show you." Freeman and Gunn got up. "No. Only Freeman."
"Sir, he's my buddy and by your own rules he has to come." Pulmer grumbled but didn't say anything. He lead the pair through a series of halls, until they came to a room filled with computers. Doc was sitting in a chair, busily typing away.
"Gunn, I don't believe you know Doc, our know it all brainiac." Gunn said hello and Doc, without turning his head, returned the greeting. "Did you find the rest of the file?" Pulmer inquired.
"No, but the part we have is good enough."
"Mind showing it to us?" Doc hit a few keys and the file came up. Freeman and Gunn looked at the file. Neither could understand anything in it. Pulmer, seeing their confusion, came to their aid. Sort of.
"Doc, could you explain all this to them? I'm going to get some whiskey."
"No problem." Pulmer ran off. "What part don't you understand?" Doc asked.
"All of it."
"Well, Ill start at the beginning. What we are dealing with is a creature called White Light."
"Isn't white light a combination of all the colors?"
"Indeed. You see in color because light is absorbed by an object. The colors that aren't absorbed bounce back at your eyes, hence creating color."
"What does that have to do with all of this?"
"I'm getting there. What these creatures can do is absorb all light, and choose which color to bounce back."
"Like a chameleon?"
"No. The White Light can change their color so perfectly, they become invisible. In fact, The only way to see them is by using something that registers heat signals. I've already swept the building, and there aren't any in here. Looks like we shut the cellar in time." Freeman didn't want to think of what could have happened if they didn't. "That's not even the worst part. Remember what happened to Ladle? The White Light don't have arms. They have organic drills, capable of slamming through steel."
"Why haven't they broken in yet?"
"Who knows? There must be at least a hundred of them. Just be glad they hav-" A sound rang through the halls. The sound of metal breaking.
"Holy shit! Doc print that file and lets get the hell out of here!" Freeman and Gunn started to run down the hall.
"You'll need these!" Doc shouted. He tossed a pair of goggles to them. "Press the switch on the left to activate them!"
"What are they?"
"Infrared! Use them!" the pair obeyed and ran off to the dinning hall. This task was made hard by the fact that walls gave off almost no heat. Everyone in the dinning room was fleeing to the warthogs. People were dropping like flys, and only Freeman and Gun could see what was happening. Doc had been wrong about there being one hundred White Light. There must have been a thousand, all off them flooding in through holes in the wall. Doc's voice could be heard over the loud speaker.
"Get to the warthogs now if you value your life! Remember to-" The voice was cut off. A few groans could be heard, and then nothing.
"Doc!" Freeman started to run back.
"He's dead! Lets get out of here." Gunn said. Freeman unwillingly went with him. They dashed toward the exit. They were almost there. Thirty feet. Twenty Feet. Ten feet… Then Murphy's law took over. Gunn tripped. The White Light, seeing an easy kill, dove for him. Freeman turned back just in time to see Gunn's lifeless body on the floor, filled with holes. The world seemed to stop. Everything paused as Freeman closed his eyes. If I can't see it, its not real he thought. When he opened his eyes again, Gunn's body was still on the floor. And fifty or so White Light surrounded him.
Chapter 3 Research Post
Military Research Post Number 456
0100 hours after contact
Voice Diary of Johns Gunn
Everything's gone to hell. We're all going to die. There's only so long we can stay boarded up in here. The Doc's got some idea of what's going on, but-
ERROR Out of record space.
Military Research Post Number 456
0101 hours after contact
Gunn listened to the prerecorded voice tell him he was out of space. Talking to him like he was an idiot. "You need to delete older files before recording more."
"No shit, Sherlock." Gunn had always wondered who Sherlock was. He vaguely remembered his mom saying something about being a detective. Gunn pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He needed to focus.
"Hey! You almost done in there? Other people need to piss too! Unless, you're not pissing…" someone yelled from the other side of the door.
"Fuck off!"
"I thought that was what you were doing."
Gunn saved his breath. He pretended to flush the toilet and wash his hands, and the walked out and headed toward the dinning room. Everyone was quiet and tense. He spotted Freeman and went to him.
"Everyone's tense."
"You are too. By the way, you should try to control your temper." It took Gunn a second to realize what he was talking about.
"You heard?"
"The whole building heard. Amazing how Jenkins can be such a immature jackass at a time like this." Gunn made a note to remember the name.
"Alright listen up! We have enough rifles for half the men. That means you are to get a buddy and stick with him!" Pulmer ordered. He turned to Freeman. "Come with me. There's something I want to show you." Freeman and Gunn got up. "No. Only Freeman."
"Sir, he's my buddy and by your own rules he has to come." Pulmer grumbled but didn't say anything. He lead the pair through a series of halls, until they came to a room filled with computers. Doc was sitting in a chair, busily typing away.
"Gunn, I don't believe you know Doc, our know it all brainiac." Gunn said hello and Doc, without turning his head, returned the greeting. "Did you find the rest of the file?" Pulmer inquired.
"No, but the part we have is good enough."
"Mind showing it to us?" Doc hit a few keys and the file came up. Freeman and Gunn looked at the file. Neither could understand anything in it. Pulmer, seeing their confusion, came to their aid. Sort of.
"Doc, could you explain all this to them? I'm going to get some whiskey."
"No problem." Pulmer ran off. "What part don't you understand?" Doc asked.
"All of it."
"Well, Ill start at the beginning. What we are dealing with is a creature called White Light."
"Isn't white light a combination of all the colors?"
"Indeed. You see in color because light is absorbed by an object. The colors that aren't absorbed bounce back at your eyes, hence creating color."
"What does that have to do with all of this?"
"I'm getting there. What these creatures can do is absorb all light, and choose which color to bounce back."
"Like a chameleon?"
"No. The White Light can change their color so perfectly, they become invisible. In fact, The only way to see them is by using something that registers heat signals. I've already swept the building, and there aren't any in here. Looks like we shut the cellar in time." Freeman didn't want to think of what could have happened if they didn't. "That's not even the worst part. Remember what happened to Ladle? The White Light don't have arms. They have organic drills, capable of slamming through steel."
"Why haven't they broken in yet?"
"Who knows? There must be at least a hundred of them. Just be glad they hav-" A sound rang through the halls. The sound of metal breaking.
"Holy shit! Doc print that file and lets get the hell out of here!" Freeman and Gunn started to run down the hall.
"You'll need these!" Doc shouted. He tossed a pair of goggles to them. "Press the switch on the left to activate them!"
"What are they?"
"Infrared! Use them!" the pair obeyed and ran off to the dinning hall. This task was made hard by the fact that walls gave off almost no heat. Everyone in the dinning room was fleeing to the warthogs. People were dropping like flys, and only Freeman and Gun could see what was happening. Doc had been wrong about there being one hundred White Light. There must have been a thousand, all off them flooding in through holes in the wall. Doc's voice could be heard over the loud speaker.
"Get to the warthogs now if you value your life! Remember to-" The voice was cut off. A few groans could be heard, and then nothing.
"Doc!" Freeman started to run back.
"He's dead! Lets get out of here." Gunn said. Freeman unwillingly went with him. They dashed toward the exit. They were almost there. Thirty feet. Twenty Feet. Ten feet… Then Murphy's law took over. Gunn tripped. The White Light, seeing an easy kill, dove for him. Freeman turned back just in time to see Gunn's lifeless body on the floor, filled with holes. The world seemed to stop. Everything paused as Freeman closed his eyes. If I can't see it, its not real he thought. When he opened his eyes again, Gunn's body was still on the floor. And fifty or so White Light surrounded him.