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The Fields

The fields ahead were once fertile plains, filled with luscious grass and wildlife. But these once beautiful fields are now a smoldering reminder of what transpired and a glimpse of what will be. Littered across our fields are the bodies of the races that did not survive the first battle of this war, some of which are alien to this planet. Craters, smoking ships embedded in the center, are also revealed as I scan the polluted horizon. These fields are the grounds for the greatest war known to man, and what is about to happen will never be forgotten.

We were told that the worst we’d feared had arrived. A nuclear war. The war to end all wars. The war to end all worlds. Of course we panicked, and many were killed in the initial riot of suicides, robbery, and crime. Those survivors smart enough to have bomb shelters used them, turning to a life underground. Those unlucky souls who did not have personal shelters were herded into public ones where many died of starvation, disease, and violence.

When things finally settled down, almost 65% of the earth’s population had died off, leaving the rest of us underground, scared, and hungry. But, we were alive. We kept connected through the use of radios, and we kept sane through the same means. We shared information, most of which was vital to our survival; learning to adapt to life underground, getting food, and learning things civilized life could not teach us. Life had returned to a state of normality. Then we went outside…

What we saw shocked and horrified us, save the few who were mentally prepared. The world we knew was in ruins: bodies littered the streets, most of which were gruesomely murdered by weapons unknown. But it was not the destruction, the murder, that disturbed us.

A vehicle, not of this world, was sunken into what was once pavement ahead of our party. A spacecraft! Not a nuclear warhead, as we all believed had been the cause of the riots, famine, and fear. What we were experiencing was not a civil war based on political reasons, but an interplanetary war for survival.

We retreated back to our safe house, quickly relaying the appalling information to the others. The question of what to do with this information caused a great outburst of opinions: “We have to hide! We obviously don’t stand a fucking chance against these things!” and “We are the human race! If we hide, they are going to find us and slaughter us! We can destroy them, and we must before they do the same to us!” Similar opinions erupted from the radios, so we gave the decision to the only fair thing we had left. Democracy. It was the toughest decision that the human race has ever had to make, and quite a few survivors were outraged by the outcome, but thus the price of Democracy. We resolved to fight. So, with our weapons gathered, we emerged from our hidden tombs, ready to face the threat against us.

Shovel in one hand, sewer grate in the other, I scanned the polluted horizon grimly. Craters and bodies littered the once fertile fields. Through the dust, a band a shadowy figures was visible, presumably the very thing trying to purge us from this earth. And so, with weapons in hand, we marched forward, fully prepared to die for our fields…

Description
The Fields

The fields ahead were once fertile plains, filled with luscious grass and wildlife. But these once beautiful fields are now a smoldering reminder of what transpired and a glimpse of what will be. Littered across our fields are the bodies of the races that did not survive the first battle of this war, some of which are alien to this planet. Craters, smoking ships embedded in the center, are also revealed as I scan the polluted horizon. These fields are the grounds for the greatest war known to man, and what is about to happen will never be forgotten.

We were told that the worst we’d feared had arrived. A nuclear war. The war to end all wars. The war to end all worlds. Of course we panicked, and many were killed in the initial riot of suicides, robbery, and crime. Those survivors smart enough to have bomb shelters used them, turning to a life underground. Those unlucky souls who did not have personal shelters were herded into public ones where many died of starvation, disease, and violence.

When things finally settled down, almost 65% of the earth’s population had died off, leaving the rest of us underground, scared, and hungry. But, we were alive. We kept connected through the use of radios, and we kept sane through the same means. We shared information, most of which was vital to our survival; learning to adapt to life underground, getting food, and learning things civilized life could not teach us. Life had returned to a state of normality. Then we went outside…

What we saw shocked and horrified us, save the few who were mentally prepared. The world we knew was in ruins: bodies littered the streets, most of which were gruesomely murdered by weapons unknown. But it was not the destruction, the murder, that disturbed us.

A vehicle, not of this world, was sunken into what was once pavement ahead of our party. A spacecraft! Not a nuclear warhead, as we all believed had been the cause of the riots, famine, and fear. What we were experiencing was not a civil war based on political reasons, but an interplanetary war for survival.

We retreated back to our safe house, quickly relaying the appalling information to the others. The question of what to do with this information caused a great outburst of opinions: “We have to hide! We obviously don’t stand a fucking chance against these things!” and “We are the human race! If we hide, they are going to find us and slaughter us! We can destroy them, and we must before they do the same to us!” Similar opinions erupted from the radios, so we gave the decision to the only fair thing we had left. Democracy. It was the toughest decision that the human race has ever had to make, and quite a few survivors were outraged by the outcome, but thus the price of Democracy. We resolved to fight. So, with our weapons gathered, we emerged from our hidden tombs, ready to face the threat against us.

Shovel in one hand, sewer grate in the other, I scanned the polluted horizon grimly. Craters and bodies littered the once fertile fields. Through the dust, a band a shadowy figures was visible, presumably the very thing trying to purge us from this earth. And so, with weapons in hand, we marched forward, fully prepared to die for our fields…