Three children crawled through the muddy ditch
They went uphill and saw the farmhouse at the end of the field
Smiles bore upon their faces
Salvation at last!
They hoped to find food and working water within the domicile
They heard the loud scream of airships soaring overhead
They dropped payloads of bombs into the field
And the little children stopped as they saw the non-human enemies
Spring up out of the fire
“There goes our luck.” Said the German boy, Ruth.
“Why did they do that?” asked the Jamaican boy, Levin.
“The enemy was inside!” said the French girl, Channel.
The children continued past the house
Levin saw a flamed creature crawl out, screaming in pain
The children lived in a small shed in the forest
They discovered writings on the wall that others had left
The world has gone to ashes. They can see us. The Government is dead.
Whatever happened to independence?
The food and water rations were low
And then it dropped to nothing
Ruth took it upon himself to find food
“no, Ruth! Don’t go!” Channel pleaded.
“I have to. We’ll die.” He said.
Channel grabbed his hand, but he shook her off
And he made his exit outside the shed door
The world was strange now
He stood atop the hill and ruefully gazed down at the burned city
It was all ruins now
So he made his descent to the only place he knew had food
The supermarket was downed but still held it’s food
The boy checked trashcans, cars and storefront windows
As he rummaged through the trash, alien eyes feasted upon him
And they sprung out, guns in arms
The boy ran down the alleyway and to the bridge
Where he jumped off into the river
And hid under to avoid their detection
And it proved to be a great idea
They passed and he swam to the riverbank
He breathed a sigh of relief and took a step forward
A giant tentacle grabbed his leg and yanked him away
He screamed as the creature held him up to survey him
The guards came back and watched
They watched the creature drop the boy into its mouth
The lead guard didn’t intervene at all
Levin and Channel waited three days
And on the third day Levin left early in the morning
His intentions were to find food
He made it past the barrier gates of the city
And he saw a caravan truck drive by
He ran down the hill and shouted for it to stop
It did stop, but a large serpent came out of the bushes
It’s mind was set on the boy
Levin ran to the truck but it drove away inch by inch to avoid the creature
Levin jumped into the back of the truck and gazed with horror as the serpent retreated
The driver took the boy to a sanctuary
Levin couldn’t eat without Channel
He told them her location and accompanied them back
And when they returned the serpent was waiting as expected
The driver and a few of his friends battled the serpent with guns and grenades
And it retreated to it’s hole
When they arrived at the shed Channel was near death
Levin fed her soup and the driver wrapped her in a blanket and put her in the truck
As they were about to drive off a voice shouted at them
Levin saw Ruth, standing hunched over and heavily injured
The driver carried Ruth to the truck
And all three of the lucky souls sat in the back and watched the ruined city on the coast
Being alive was better than being hungry
LINER NOTES: this Resistance-esque story was actually a pain to write, so it’s unpolished in a few places. Hopefully I can write more of Levin, Channel and Ruth’s story without getting bored to death.