Amelia "Emily" Fischer
Leifglass Shopping Plaza
Salt Lake City, Utah, USA
Emily walked to her car, bags of various shopping trips in hand. She had just finished getting groceries and random supplies, little things you can't get easily on a military base, even during downtime. On her way, she watched a man punch his car door angrily, swinging his feet wildly and generally looking grim.
“Come on...come on!” he shouted, loud enough for most of the parking lot to hear.
Emily approached the man cautiously, and the man looked over at her with directionless anger.
“Hey, something wrong?” she asked.
“Yeah, I'm a damned idiot. I locked my damn car keys in here and my daughter has some school play thing in like 20 minutes.”
“I think I can help.”
Emily put down her bags next to the car door and rifled through one of them, where she kept various tools for whatever situation may arise. She pulled out her lockpicks and crouched down at the door, pushing them through the hole. She focused keenly on the task for a good minute until the lock popped open. She got up and opened the door, gesturing happily towards the man.
“Wow, you just saved my ass,” he said. “So uh, where'd you get those? Walmart?”
“No,” she said with a smile, “I'm with the military, doing...well, military things.”
“Oh, uh...” the man straightened his back a little, “thank you then, soldier.”
Emily chuckled lightly and offered her hand.
“Emily's fine,” she said.
He shook her hand, looking a little relieved.
“Thank you, Emily. My name's Thomas, if I can repay the favor in any way...”
“It's alright, you just make that play, huh?”
As the goofy gentleman started to get into his car, Emily looked over the trunk, watching a funny looking shadow glide across the parking lot towards the car. She looked up to see a rather large metal box falling from the sky.
The shadow crossed the pavement, slowly reaching over the trunk of the car. Even from this distance, Emily could tell that the box must be huge.
“Just a second,” he mumbled.
Emily grabbed the man's arm and dug her fingers in, yanking him out of the car and backwards as fast as she could. The metal box slammed straight through the engine, crunching hard into the pavement underneath. Half of the car and Emily's bags were gone, charred pancakes beneath the box. Pieces of asphalt, metal, and glass showered in all directions.
“Jesus!” Thomas yelled, “How the...! What the...!”
Before Emily could reply, several more of the boxes smashed into the parking lot. Random screams and cries rang out from all over.
“What's happening? Emily? Are we being attacked?”
“I don't know, maybe a cargo plane had a shitty door or something,” she stated.
Emily and Thomas looked at the box that was lodged in the car carefully, the strange curves and unsettling green details all over it. A hatch opened on the top that let out a noxious green gas.
“Get away from that,” Emily said authoritatively, backing away.
“But...what is it,” Thomas inquired.
Emily's fingers dug into Thomas's arm again as she forcefully pulled him away. She noticed a bunch of other people gathering around it as well.
“Everyone, get away from that thing!”
Various murmurs chimed out. “What is it?” “What's that smell?” “Where'd it come from?”
Suddenly, arms burst out from the box. A green substance shot out like lashes, wrapping up several peoples' legs. Thomas suddenly stopped resisting.
“Tom, come with me!”
Emily dashed across the parking lot with her civilian in tow, looking for anyone else that she could help. Almost everyone had been trapped by these boxes, but she had no idea how to help them. She came to a small bistro on the other end and pushed against the door, locked for god-knows-what-reason. She pulled out her lockpicks momentarily.
“Ah, fuck it,” she grunted.
With a big wind-up, she kicked the door full force, smashing the wood into the other end, pieces of wood and glass jetting across the floor. Thomas quickly scurried in, followed by his escort.
“What's happening, Emily? Is it the Russians?”
“I don't know what it is, but we can't help anyone if we get trapped ourselves. We have to find a way to a car and get to the base.”
“The base? I don't have that kind of...I'm just a normal person, I can't go on any army bases!”
“We'll worry about that later, now--”
A low gurgle came from the back of the restaurant. Emily pointed towards a table and glared at Thomas, who quickly hid. Suddenly, a short little man with gray skin and big bulbous eyes popped out from the back room.
“A-a-al-ali-al-a-aliens!” Tom bumbled.
Emily pulled her hand away, whipping out her pistol. She looked down the sights with perfect focus.
“Don't move,” she commanded.
The little gray man pulled out a strange white and green device. Emily wasn't committed to finding out what it was. Her gun rang out, two shots going straight into the alien's temple. The alien looked mildly perturbed.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she growled.
The alien quickly shot the device to the side, a light green lance of some kind of liquid going straight through the table in the corner. Thomas yelled out in pain. Emily fired every bullet left, the alien falling by the 4th shot and being still by the 8th. She dropped the empty magazine onto the floor and seethed angrily at the corpse.
Emily quickly ran over and grabbed the bistro's table and tossed it aside, Thomas shakily clutching a deep burn on his arm.
“It's ok, Tom, you're going to be fine,” she said shakily.
She pulled off her overshirt, wrapping it tightly around the bleeding wound. She wasn't sure what to do about the burn marks, but she knew one thing, Thomas needed a hospital. She quickly looked around the bistro, grabbing one of the turned up metal chairs and smashing it against the floor. She crushed the same leg three or four times, until the leg was finally weakened. With a leveraged pull, she ripped off the metal rod.
“Ok, look, Tom, we're going to a hospital,” Emily stated.
“I ha-hate hospitals...”
“Me too,” she said, “but we have to. I want you to follow me. Don't make any noise, don't look at anything, and do NOT walk away from me. We'll make it out of this.”
“Ok...I trust you...”
Amelia pulled Thomas into the sidewalk, walking quietly around the building. She peaked towards the main parking lot, where the civilians had been entirely mired in the strange green substance. She shook her head worriedly.
Emily got around the building where someone had left their car. An outdated and boring model, but a car nonetheless. She smashed the rod into the window, clearing the spare glass quickly. She unlocked the doors and they both jumped inside. Emily jammed the rod into the steering column, cracking it open, and quickly grabbing the wires within.
She pulled out various wires and touched them together, repeating the process until something worked. One of the aliens inquisitively poked his head out from around the corner.
The car jolted awake. Loud static crackled from the speakers and every light flickered to life. Emily pulled the gears into drive.
Both of them ducked beneath the dashboard as the car revved forwards, two more hot lances of green slicing through the windshield and the roof. A loud thunk and a shrill squeak popped out from the front of the car. Emily raised back up. She pushed the car to its limits, whipping out of the plaza and into the street.
For at least two miles, it was silent. Radio static, dead streets, and Thomas's shivering. As they got out of the town, some pop music inkled out of the speakers, slowly coming to life.
“Emily,” Thomas whispered, “are we safe...?”
“Yeah. We're safe.”
Emily popped open the glove compartment and rifled through useless manuals and papers. She found a little orange bottle labelled to a Muriel. She couldn't pronounce the word for the pills, but she knew they were painkillers.
“You haven't been drinking or anything, have you, Tom?”
“What? No, no, I haven't.”
“Here,” she said, handing over the bottle. “Take two.”
“Well, so is getting shot by aliens. You want the pain to stop, right?”
Tom fumbled with the pill bottle, trying to get inside of it. Emily continued driving down the main roads, and soon, the cars and traffic returned. It was like nothing had ever happened but five miles away. A few miles more and she pulled into a hospital walking distance from her base.