Beware the Skies

Private Chrisima ran along the walls, panting hard as she scrambled to reach the guard tower. The screams of her fellow soldiers echoed in her ears, the front and side of her uniform and face covered in their blood. If she could just reach the guard tower, she could sound the general alarm and call for reinforcements. She heard a crash behind her followed by a bang and a high pitch scream, viscera flying over her head. She avoided slipping in it as she ran past, approaching the door to the tower.

As she reached for the door panel, something grabbed her by the back of her neck and snatched her back. She swung back wildly, breaking her hand against some hard metal surface. As she was raised high, her feet kicking to get some purchase, she was turned to face her assailant. A gleaming skull filled her view, covered in slick blood that glowing red eyes making it hard for her to make out many details. As she reached for her combat knife, the figure grabbed her shoulder and pulled with its other hand. Charisma cried out for the last second of her life, as her head was ripped from her body.

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“It’s time for lunch, Palo! Come on inside!” Came a voice from inside the house. Palo, too focused on winning his game against his friends, waved it off. As he continued his game, a wet thud hit the ground near where they were playing in the street, interrupting their game. The group of children approached the object, huddling together to keep each other moving forward. The object was around the size of the ball they had been playing with, and seemed to be hairy. Palo stepped forward, and poked the object with the tip of his shoe. It was soft and sticky, but did not react to his touch. He pushed it a bit harder, and the object turned. The children recoiled, scurrying back several steps as the bloodied head of a guardswoman stared up blankly. One of the children began crying and screamed, and as a woman ran out of Palo’s house more objects began raining from the sky. [[Category:B]]