Thursday 25 December 2014

Rudolph



We never found out if it was planned, or just a horrible coincidence, that the Invasion occurred on Christmas Day. Humanity had stooped that low before, but aliens were meant to be different.

Not that I cared much, stuck in the tunnels beneath Munich, lost from my troop, the prototype jammer in a sack. And then he appeared.

A civilian, I presume, given how he held the rifle. The end of his nose had been hacked off, blood slowly dripping out. But all I cared about was the torch and map he had.

I never did find out his name.

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