Revenge is like a heavy hammer... When it hits you, it hurts.
The bridge out of the city stood as the only way across for either side. Despite the creatures advanced weaponry, power and clear technological advancements, since they landed they had no more say over the forces of gravity than humans did. With countless civilians trapped in the ruins and no way to get them out or get them clear, a bombardment was out of the question.
The army had set up camp on the road and the surrounding grasslands. High on the hill sat their base. A permanent structure once used as a training facility. More recently it had served as a hospital and strategic command centre. Since the start off the debauchery there had been only one advance made by the creatures. A corporal and her commanding officer had caught it early and they had been driven back beyond the bridge. No one dared go after them.
The base was one of only a dozen stationed out side the city. One of only two and a half dozen left in the country. Positioned around the lesser cities the length and breadth of the land they did their best to contain the creatures. But hey knew it wouldn't be. Long until the creatures made it out. The cities who had already fallen were prime example of that. Their surrounding counties had been over run and it wouldn't be long until they attacked from the rear.
Soon humanity would fall. Every officer and private knew that. This was their last hope. One final outlandish attempt to destroy their attackers. And if they failed in their mission, their names would go down as valiant heroes. Not that anyone would have time to learn them, they'd be dead soon after.
These were the thoughts of Colonel Matthews as he stared down at the bridge from behind the muddied glass. The men were like boys from his view high on the hill. Boys sent to do a mans work. A man too afraid to go out and do it himself.
Matthews sighed. He was going to entrust his race with the last few boys who were chosen simply because they could hold a gun and stand up straight. "Jameson. Bring me my gun and tell Corporal Grane to bring a jeep."
Jameson looked at his commanding officer with an air of confusion and cowardliness. War had revealed his true colours. He'd have been better suited for a job in IT. "Sir?"
"Don't question me Sergeant. Despite all this shit that is going on I am still in charge around here and if I tell you to do something it isn't asking you a goddam favour. IT'S AN ORDER," Jameson flinched at him raising his voice and quickly salutary and scurried out of the office door.
Matthews retuned to the window a smirk on his face. He caught himself smiling and realised his folly. <em> Smile all you like Adrian you damn fool. You'll die soon enough.</em>
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