(Page 1 of 2) The Survivor by Roy RadianSUMMARY: Entry for the may flash fiction contest "the Hole"My eyes still fixed to the overwhelming depth of The Hole when I heard the alarm bell ringing. I sighed and started to head back, feeling the sore throughout my whole body. Acey was waiting for me in the bulwark.
"Another one?" I asked.
Acey offered me his grim smile. "They sent two T-rexs to Block D. Most of us went there to give a hand; even with their second shift deployed the T-rex was tough. We managed to put it down, but the remaining forces in the other block went overtime."
"Fucking Altus," I spat the name with contempt. "It's a diversion."
He shrugged. "We are spread too thin, Riley."
"Miss the day with Cudgel around us, those monsters seems easier to kill back then."
"He is Altus now, do you hate him?" Will you hate me too if I ever become Altus? The unasked question hung in the silence that followed. "Besides, the present of us in Area Seven is a trial itself. Excel here and you get chosen to join them, like Cudgel."
"Their cocky attitudes never change, isn't it? To restore the earth to its former splendor after surviving the meteoroid rain, the task should fall to The Chosen Race. Oh I forget, they are the self proclaimed chosen race. Well then, let's put those who're not qualified to one area and send a horde of experimental monster against them. Choose one in a hundred and let the other die, it's convenient that way."
"What do you wish then, Ril?" Acey asked wearily, already used to my occasional outburst.
"To survive this shit and send them the message, WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP." I said vehemently.
Acey resigned a sigh. "Right, let's ensure your message to reach them by staying alive." He handed four Molotov bottles to me and clamped the iron-dust rope to his hand.
We walked through the empty street of what once was New York City. Gone were the proud skyscrapers that crawling tall against the sky and became the symbol of this city. What remaining of it were several of crooked building waiting to fall down and a pile of heap rubble stacked against one another; it resembled a scrapyard. A huge scrapyard called Area Seven.
Acey lifted his palm and motioned me to get closer. I crept to his side, aware of the ground shaking and rumbling around us. "What do you think?" He asked in a low voice.
I put my ear down and heard a long, slow, and steady beat reverberating through the ground. "Rhinos, probably two of them."
I chuckled silently as Acey sighed. He needed several more sigh before the day ended, though I reckoned he would be the last to rest even after the Rhinos dead. Checking casualties, supplies and provisions, and more briefing, I was glad those responsibilities weren't on my shoulder.
"They send more and more in pair. I just hope six additional peoples on the Harassing Team would provide the necessary brief respite for Team One." He surveyed the area and pointed his finger to the narrow alley several meters in north direction. "Have them drove over there. I'll set the cord up and bring the car. We'll end this quickly."
"The Hole?" I asked, and Acey nodded in confirmation.
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