"Gnngm.."
"Rengnng trng grnan."
"Grern! Grern tun tungn."
"Kng. Rtg?"
"Ngn, gran."
I could hear them talking with help of my trusty electronic, telescopic, and photogenic listening device. It was gorgeous, and pristine, and worked marvelously-- I had found it from the nearby laboratory. Well, I'm living in that lab, actually. It's safe here, thick doors, narrow passages that the creatures can't get through, and I'm so high up that they probably don't even know I'm here.
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Time has passed, and while I'm perfectly comfortable in this lab; what with the endless supply of non-perishable foods and a cycling filtered water system, there's something wrong. As I've been listening to the creatures below, for weeks now, I'm noticing something strange. Sure, they've always sort of attempted to speak as they sluggishly move from place to place, but now they're-- Well, look for yourself.
-Digital image acquired. Recording.-
The scene shows two large creatures, flesh dripping from their bones, and idle murmurs of a non-existent dialect. They are carrying something. It seems that, from the military base that they are trapped in, they like to make use of their time by carrying things here and there. These two carry something together.
-Digital zoom x3.-
The two are setting the large, seemingly heavy object down on a pedestal. Propping it upright, the object comes into focus.
-Pause.-
See here? It's some kind of tube thing. If I zoom in some more... Crap.
-Delay in voice recording.-
SHIT! ITS A ROCKET LAUNCHER! THEY JUST TORE A HOLE IN THE TOP OF THE BUILDING!
-Delay in voice recording. Re-initializing.-
Okay, things are okay. It's raining, but it's okay. I think it was just a fluke. Right? Like some kids playing with their dad's gun. We all saw that commercial.
-Corrupt data. Tracking. Tracking.-
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The sergeant clicked off the video and recording, turning back to the class.
"As we can see, our enemy is a fast learner, and fights in bursts. Our Intelligence informs us that we have quite a spastic nervous system in our enemies-- which can be good, and bad. We cannot predict their attacks. But that means that they must take more time to regroup after an attack.
When you are out in the field, you attack, and attack, and attack! You attack the fuck out of these mongoloids! You smash every one until they are no more! Do you get me?!"
The infantry respond in unison, voices cracking and high-pitched. "WE GET YOU SIR!"
"Now, regroup, clean up, and meet back here at 09:00."
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"Do you think it's all as bad as they say? That video was from like... A year ago."
"Psch, you're new. You get into the bush, you'll see. You'll see."
The two pre-teens cleaned their guns in silence after that, one trembling from minor shell-shock. The other staring, beginning to regret finding refuge.
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"Rngns. Jgmmn. GNNFR!"
The crowd roared.
"JNNGG!!! JNNGG!"
A hush comes over them, and even the lone creature facing them seems lost in thought.
"fnr..."
They all pick up their rifles, grenades, planks of wood, and knives. They all amble toward the exit of the woods. They all try to remember their training. They all want to come back alive.
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