EPISODE 5. STEALING MORE STUFF

Episode 5.
STEALING MORE STUFF


I stayed in the alien ship longer than I should have. Still though, it was fully loaded with gear.

You would think that what I was doing would be more difficult than it was, but I was finding that there were basic principals to the construction of things that were holding true here.

These aliens were humanoid shaped, and with that, their ship and gear worked on a similar design to how our stuff worked.

I had spent years doing carpentry back when I was hiding from real jobs. The benefit was that I could see the basic design of things and understand how they worked, which came in handy now.

I opened up hatches and panels looking through their gear. They had a lot of gear. Ray guns. Bombs. All kinds of things. Even body armor. I took a chest plate that was made out of the same thin black material as all of their clothes.

After I was fully loaded with whatever I could carry, I stepped into the cockpit. There was no way I was going to figure out how to fly this thing. Still though, I found something interesting. Well, I don’t really know how interesting a find it was. You have to understand. None of what had happened was magic. It was science. These guys were ahead of us by who knows how long…by a bit, considering that they just destroyed my planet. That’s assuming a lot. New York was the only place that I could be sure of.

Still, their tech was tech and not magic. So…plugged into a housing unit near the pilots seat, was a small device that could only be the key for the ship.

I unplugged it from the terminal, which caused a female alien voice to flood the cabin. “Ch;kdah De-larous?”

“Sure,” I muttered, walking out of the ship. I stood over the alien bodies. That’s when I came across my most useful find. Clasped onto their belts were these two devices no bigger than an Iphone.

It seemed pretty clear to me that one of them was a tracking device. It had three different screens on it. Each one was calibrated for a different species. The guys I had killed were all there. There was nothing for the blue screen. And then there I was blinking in red. I picked up the other device and found that as soon as it was on me, my signal vanished from the screen. I tested it a few times. They each had these little devices on their belts, and I reckoned that they were there to block other aliens from knowing where they were. I took the other blockers off of their dead and threw them in my bag.

Then I turned towards the ship.

I had a terrible feeling. What if these guys weren’t the only type of alien that was on the planet now? That idea spooked the shit out of me. Still though, why would they be blocking themselves from their own people? And, for that matter, why were there different species screens on their Iphone tracker thing?

I shook my head…the possibility was there that I just had killed the wrong guys. The wrong aliens. Alien guys. Whatever.

I looked at the key thing I took from the ship. It had a few buttons on it, just like a remote for a car. I pressed the first button. A moment later the ships exterior lights changed in intensity as the door raised itself and sealed shut.

I pushed the next button. The lights started pulsing in a weird pattern, and a moment later the ship vanished.

I walked over to it. There was an electric hum coming from where the ship was. I touched it and felt a slight static charge. That was interesting. But it was still there, just…invisible.

I re-checked the settings on my controller. If I pressed the same buttons again, the ship became visible and the door opened back up. “Okay. This is a good thing.” I muttered, and closed the ship back up.

I sat on a pile of rubble for a few minutes in front of an invisible ship thinking stuff. I really wish I had weed. That thought that kept coming into my head.

I looked at the locator again. I took off my blocking thing, and there I was, beeping in red on an aerial map of Brooklyn. I put it back on and I was gone from the screen. But then something happened. Another red beeping light came onto the screen. Red. Red meant human. And that meant that somebody else was alive out here…in Bushwick.

I stood up and got my things together, and heading through the debris in the direction of the beeping light.

Episode 4. WELCOME TO BROOKLYN, ASSHOLE

Episode 4.
WELCOME TO BROOKLYN, ASSHOLE!


Before I even got to think about what I was doing, I found myself moving closer to the ship. I slowly climbed down through the mounds of rubble trying my best not to make a sound.

Strangely, I found out that I was pretty good at skulking around.

I got as close as I could get to them without exposing myself. There was nothing else between us, just scattered debris, but not enough to hide behind.

I squinted. From what I could tell, they weren’t wearing any body armor. Just some sort of black mesh cloth. I thought about what I was going to do for ten seconds.

“Fuck you guys,” I said to myself. Strangely, one of them turned to look towards me when I spoke.

It didn’t matter. I pulled the police rifle I took off of my back and aimed at the one on the left of the spacecraft door. I had never fired a gun before in my life.

I waited. Aimed. And then I took a shot. The thing fell down. From what I could tell, I clipped him in the neck. The other one looked over at him, and then turned to scan the perimeter, while pulling some sort of black weapon from his side holster. It turned on with blue lights blinking across it.

I aimed for his chest. I pulled the trigger and the shot rang out loud throughout what was left of the neighborhood.

To my surprise, the bastard didn’t go down like the other one. No. He managed to get a shot off. A blue bolt of something flew out from the gun and exploded about 50 feet from me. Lightning and sparks shattered through the darkness.

I fired two more shots into him. This time he went down.

I crouched there thinking for a second. The rest of them, the whatever’s they were that made all of the tracks, they were sure to come back after hearing my shots and seeing the flashes.

Then I thought about the gun he used.

I got up and ran along the ground as fast as I could on my taped up feet until I reached them.

The first one that I shot was spurting out all of this black blood, but he was still alive. When I got close enough, he raised his weapon at me and fired. But, luckily he was too far gone from blood loss to aim. It went right by my head and into the debris behind me sparking out in all directions.

But what I didn’t realize was that his stray shot might have saved my life, because the scouting party was just a few feet behind the blast.

It struck right in front of them and sent them falling back.

I didn’t hesitate. I shot the alien three times in the head. Then I picked up his weapon. It looked simple enough. Point. Aim. Shoot. I turned towards the scouting party and fired.

The kickback from the gun was terrible. I wasn’t expecting it, and it almost knocked me on my ass. It also made me quickly realize that if the dying thing that shot me fired it with such ease, that probably meant that these things were a lot stronger than I was. I made a note of that. Never get into a fistfight with one of them.

I hid myself behind their landing hatch and fired their weapon two more times. The blast struck against the debris again. Lighting flashes struck one of their guys and sent him falling over.

I fired again and again. One of my shots hit one of them causing him to vanish into blue light. A second shot hit another one. The same thing happened. A third landed near the last standing guy, striking him with blue lighting and sending him falling over.

And that was it. It was done. I hid in my position for a few minutes listening for any others, but I was alone again. The whole time I kept thinking about the fact that none of the scouting party fired at me. I assumed that they didn’t want to damage their weird black ship with the blue lighting.

I mustered up the courage to walk towards them holding the alien gun before me.

Three of them were dead. One was still moving. He was burned and smoking, but still alive.

He looked up at me with his red swollen eyes.

"Kla’CK uNI’zz," it muttered.

Who knows what the fuck it said.

I raised my one of my pistols towards its head.

“Welcome to Brooklyn, asshole,” I said. Then I shot him in the head.

Episode 3. TAKING A BREATHER

Episode 3.
TAKING A BREATHER

By the time night came I had already managed to find several bottles of water and food at a deli that wasn’t too badly wrecked. No shoes though. I had taken shelter in the remains of St. Anthony’s Church on what used to be Manhattan Ave. I spent some time there re-wrapping my feet with tape.

It was right around then that I first saw them.

I’d learn what everything was over the next few years, but right then, at that point, I had no idea what I was facing. Just that several silver points of light were racing downward from the sky towards various locations.

I held my breath and waited to be killed by the explosions…except there weren’t any. Instead, I heard engines. Soon enough one of those lights flew right over where I was hiding and landed somewhere near where Mc’Caren
Park used to be.

I gathered my bags and started out in that direction. Small fires were beginning to burn just about everywhere. The bigger fires were still in Queens. I assumed it was the gas lines going up. But it wasn’t happening where I was…not yet.

It took a bit of time, but I managed to make my way to where the ship went down. I was right. It had landed in the old baseball fields in the park. It was a thin black ship, completely alien to anything I’d ever seen, and underneath it, an access hatch was opened, and on either side of it, two…aliens?

I couldn’t get a good enough look. But there was one thing I was certain of…there were a lot of tracks leading out from where the hatch was opened…

Episode 2. IN NEED OF SHOES

Episode 2.
IN NEED OF SHOES


I had no shoes. I found some masking tape and wrapped it around my feet so I could walk. I was still dressed for bed. I had my black kung-fu sleepy pants on and a black band t-shirt with the words “Big Linda” written on it. They were a band from England that I had some friends in, which made me start to wonder if the attack…by whoever attacked us…was worldwide or not?

I moved through the wreckage of my neighborhood, desperately searching for fallen land markers to figure out where I was.

Eventually I made it to the 94th Precinct. I dug through the rubble for about two hours picking guns off of the bodies of dead, crushed police officers. Somehow I made it to a busted open weapons locker. I found boxes of rounds and several guns. I grabbed a bag from an adjacent locker and filled it up.

Then I stood there on the remains of the precinct thinking about what to do next. I still needed shoes and clothes that didn’t rely on a drawstring.

I looked into the horizon at the trails of thick black smoke that were coming from Long Island City. I hadn’t seen a single other living person all day…but the smoke meant that fires were coming…and they would most likely burn through everything that was around.

Well…at least it wouldn’t be completely dark tonight.

Episode 1. ALIEN ATTACK

BROOKLYN NINJA ALIEN FIGHTER

Episode 1.
ALIEN ATTACK

I was never much of anything. Despite what I wanted to believe about myself…the truth is that I never amounted to much.

As a kid I was a daydreamer. As a teenager I was a daydreamer. As a young man I wanted a car and to drive fast and to get laid…well, and to daydream during all of it.

But then my 20’s left for my 30’s and then those continued on as well. And soon enough, one day after my 34th birthday I got hit with a reality check. I really hadn’t done anything with my life.

I was thousands of dollars in debt and continuing to dig a huge hole for myself. My years of daydreaming resulted in little more than dozens of Microsoft word files and printouts with scribbles all over them. I didn’t have a kid. I didn’t have a family. I didn’t have more than a few hundred dollars to my name. And, of course, I was unemployed…again.

So, it was on May 5th 2009 when I decided to throw in the towel on all of my ridiculous pursuits that never panned out to anything. I would be a man. I would buckle down. I would get a job and get out of debt. Find a girl. Buy a car. Basically, I’d build a life for myself.

So, I filled up my coffee cup with the last of the coffee that I had in the house. I turned on the internet and right when I was about to begin sending out resumes everything in the entire world ended.

Not ended…ended. But definitely changed.

It went like this. I turned on the computer. I went online. Then I sipped some coffee and looked out the window towards the Manhattan skyline to see four or five massive spaceships floating at different altitudes in the sky above New York.

And then they started dropping bombs.

IN CAPTION: BROOKLYN NINJA ALIEN FIGHTER

I’ll tell you what’s funny. Unlike all of those hundreds of “Aliens come and attack the Earth” movies that we’ve seen, the attack was silent. The bombs came down with a bright soundless flash. They left nothing but great big craters where they fell.

But the wake of the explosions took out everything around it. Just a wave of force that knocked over every other building around.

One of those blasts hit my building.

I don’t know how long I was out for.

I don’t even know how long it took me to dig myself out through my roof.

All I know is that when I finally did climb out of the rubble nothing was left standing as far as I could see. Brooklyn and Manhattan were leveled. There were miles of destruction going out in every direction. Everything was gone.