Max Connell

12th December 2010

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The Message

Dan’s phone buzzed happily in his pocket. He relaxed his grip on the rifle and reached to find it and opened the message. It was from Alex:

‘Yo dude, we still on for this evening? I’ve only just got tea on so probably won’t be out till about 9.’

Shit! Not only did this message remind him that the duty he’d been pulled for was cutting into long overdue leave, but he hadn’t had time to make his excuses for not being able to get to the pub that evening.

Just as he was about to make an apologetic response there was a noise from the darkness in front of him. He dropped his phone back into the pocket and pulled out the little night vision scope he carried in another.

Raising the scope to his eye he flicked it on and scanned the area. Nothing… for now.

He put away the scope and took up a fresh grip on his rifle. The text message and the pub quickly fading memories.

Another sound, or at least, a real sound this time; sickening and wet. It was getting closer. He wondered for a second why only he’d been unlucky enough to be left guarding the ship. ‘Bee Duty’ they called it, often an excuse to keep people out of the way, but not tonight.

The thing in the darkness continued moving toward him the slimy noise getting louder and louder.

Dan raised the rifle, released the safety, and got ready to fire.

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