IV
A dark shade of red colored a black surface, leaving only the corners untouched. A loud and annoying buzzing sound could be heard. It was as bothersome as an alarm clock one failed to turn off when it woke them from their slumber. Random blurred silhouettes of people and inhuman creatures could be seen. Some of the more human figures fired weapons that gave off short sparks of yellow or long streams of orange. The sound of screeching and screaming could be heard with the alarm. Some the of the more serpent like figures, different in shape, size, behavior, and movement, attacked the human ones. As all this continued, a blurred dome shaped object appeared in the center of all the commotion. It was small at first, but continued to grow in size, detail, and clarity. It got bigger and bigger, all the small details become more and more noticeable. Then everything else faded as it hissed. It shrieked. And with its inner mouth poised to strike and its claws set to maim, it jumped at the person forced to bare witness to this nightmare again and again and again.
Michael woke up in a cold sweat with his heart racing at what felt like a speed no heart should beat at. He looked around as he jumped up with his Shotgun in hand, scanning every direction in search any threats. As he kept scanning he attached a bayonet. The blade was aligned with the central groove in between he dual barrels. It was positioned along the weapons belly so it wouldn't get in the way when it fired.
After a moment and with no threat in sight, Michael steadied his breathing and lowered his gun. Looked to the tree where he had pressed his back to and taken a light nap. "Fuck it. I need to get back to the camp site. I am freaking tired." he groaned to himself. He dreaded the walk back since he was tired, but it beat sleeping out in the open where a Xeno could get him as he rested. Checking to make sure he had his ammo, guns, blades, and the two new swords he collected from the Bella Vista(he named one Ares and the other Athena), he proccedded to make his way back to camp.
He was tired from the his foraging and long hike. But then again three weeks of this nightmare would leave any man tired as hell. About twenty minutes later he was nearing a clearing. He stood before a small creek that ran down a mountain to his right and on into the distance to his left. He took moment to take off his Kevlar Gloves and full cover helmet and rinse his hands and face. He considered taking bath but chose to continue on with his hike.
Putting his gloves and helmet back on, he saw something in his peripheral vision. A quick moving shadow of some sort. It climbed down the tree and scrambled into the bushes. As it began to hiss at him, he saw two other shadows moving amongst nearby trees. He knew better than to approach the bush. That's exactly what the shadows wanted. Instead, he simply walked away from it. In a flash of motion the shadow jumped at him. It had been greeted with a shotgun blast to the face. Its body crashed to the ground in a broken and bloodied heap. Michael simply side-stepped so as to avoid the now dead Xenomorph. Another Xeno jumped at him from the tree branches above him.
Michael rolled to the side to avoid being pinned. The Xeno hissed angrily at its intended victim. It used its tail tip to strike at Michael. Using the bayonet on his shotgun, he blocked the strike and dove close to the creature. The Xeno was surpised by the human's bravery, leaving open to attack. And attack he did. With a quick swing of his blade, Michael cut the creature's tail down to its pelvis. It screamed in pain, but was silenced as the human used fast reflexes to bring the blade into the back of the Xeno's neck and released the blade from its clamp. The downward stab severed the spinal column and tore a hole in its throat. It scrambled on the floor before the human in an attempt to stop the bleeding with its hands. It was to no avail as the acidic blood ate at the bayonet letting more blood flow freely. Slowly, but surely, it died.
The human watched in satisfaction as the abomination laid dead at his feet. A twig snapped behind him. With great speed, he pulled out Heartbreaker and fired three shots at his would-be attackers head. The three shots found there mark. The last Xeno was left in a lifeless state while preparing to pounce. Were he to look at it from any other point of view, he would have thought the drone was about to leap in the direction of the creek.
He took another second to admire his handiwork and decided he should collect some more souvenirs. Taking out one of his acid proof (and Spartan looking) swords, he began to cut the tail tips from the serpent like creatures and set them off to the side so they could bleed dry. He attached another bayonet to his shotgun and loaded some extra rounds and shells into his weapons to replace the ones he used. When the tail tips were done bleeding out, he used Ares to leave his mark on the dead serpents. A large "V" in the with a small capitol "M" in the center. He sheathed Ares and collected his prizes.
Just as he was about to move on, Michael heard some strange booming noise. He looked above to see some kind of object falling the from the sky. Then a few others appeared. Said objects looked like black spots against the twilight sky, conflicting with the mixing voilet and orange and red colors. They went in different directions, but he could not keep track of them because of their speed of decent.
He chose not to take any longer in getting back to his camp site. He kept Heartbreaker out just in case. He kept thinking of the falling spots. Those didn't look like anything he'd ever seen before. Were they just space debris going planet-side or were people in them. And if there were people inside of those things, were they hostile or friendly. He shrugged off the thoughts desiring sleep and rest over anything else at the moment. Perhaps he'd probably go looking for those things in the morning if he was up for it. Right now, exhaustion was the primary issue he wanted to resolve.