"Shoot the barrel, Fin!"
"Oh my god,"
"Fin! Shoot!"
I can't believe this! Fin is a fast talking hotshot and he's frozen.
"Look at all of them, there must be four thousand of them!"
"Fire the damn gun!"
"Right," Fin said holding up the Longshot.
The base is completely surrounded by Wretches, about three hundred yards out. The explosion blows everything in a one hundred yard radius into the air. Now Fin's in the zone he has shot the rest of his barrels, too. The Wretches have started their terrible screech. Everyone falls to the ground holding their ears. We slowly stand up to see the first line of Wretches plunge into the trench of spikes. The first wave was all killed until the trench filled completely with corpses, allowing the rest of the Wretches to reach our base. The Wretches climb immediately up the walls.
"Light the wall!" I shout from Fin's tower.
One soldier grabs a makeshift torch and lights the outside of the base on fire. Earlier we had poured gasoline and paint thinner all over the walls. The soldiers start throwing Molotov cocktails at the oncoming horde.
Two huge twins named Dave and Greg walk to the wall holding Boomshots. They are about to fire when the Wretches finally get over the walls. The twins drop their Boomshots and pull out their Boltoks. They retreat towards the center of the base while the Wretches close in.
"Everyone in the towers!" I shout.
One of the twins starts climbing the ladder into my tower while the other held off the Wretches. Once his brother was safely up the ladder he began climbing. Two Wretches jump onto his back and he falls off the ladder into a mass of Wretches, where he disappears, screaming. He must have pulled a grenade with his last breath because the Wretches flew into pieces. The only problem is that the grenade has destroyed one of our support beams.
"Dave!" Greg screams shooting his pistol at the swarm of Wretches.
"What do we do now?" Asks a private. I look around my tower and see that there are six people around me. Three snipers, including Fin, then Dave with his pistol, and two soldiers with Lancers. The other three towers had similar soldier setups.
"I don't know," I say, sitting down.
"This is a game," I say to everyone over the speakers. "When we woke up this morning there were three Junkers outside our base. The Wretches are nowhere to be seen. This is a game for the locusts; they are dragging this out for fun. We went out to the Junkers and found no problems with them. They aren't rigged to shut off, and they have full gas. We need to vote, stay or go,"
"There are twenty-two of us left," I say over the speaker an hour later. " Fourteen soldiers chose to go, eight to stay," I walk around through the soldiers, looking at the expressions of the soldiers. Four soldiers stepped forward, one of them is Fin.
"We are staying,"
"Fin, please,"
"We are staying,"
"Didn't you see what happened last time?"
"We'll just stay in the towers,"
"Forever?"
"Someone will find us. Does no one us wish to stay? We have more pipes to make spikes out of, we could make this a fortress,"
"I'll stay,"
"Me too,"
"No," I plea.
We hook up three troikas to the Junkers in place of the spotlight turret. I grab Dave's old Boomshot, my Lancer, my Gnasher, and my Snub pistol. I get into the Junker, looking back to see Fin, with five of my soldiers. We drive of towards the east, away from where the Wretches had originally come from. Hours later I step out of my Junker and look around. There is nothing, anywhere. It is just a wasteland of dust and…dust.