Luckily for me, the cook was no where near the stall I was pinching a loaf in. Guess he had other ones lined up for his next meal plan. The next guy running in after me quickly darted out and gagged. That made me chuckle. Maybe I should have warned him first. Nah! You have to find the humour somewhere in this cesspool of scum. With so many killers, maniacs, and the down right fucking insane-bat shit people, you just got to find a silver lining for yourself.

I casually walked about the camp, taking in the scenery and the lack of provisions that the military left us. I guess they didn’t want to give us any kind of advantage. There’s no tanks, no robot infantry, mech-suits, or updated tech of any kind. Just some basic plasma weapons, old style guns with bullets, knifes, machetes, hell I was expecting pointed sticks next. Oh, wait… that guy over there has made some. He was proudly showing it to his buddies as he prodded an alien corpse with it.

“What the fuck are they?” One of them asked him.

“The enemy, stupid…” He glared back, while playfully poking at it.

“Duh, I mean what do you think they are… or most resemble…”

“Hmmm…” He replied, thinking on the question, and shoving the sharp end up the beings exposed wound. “Looks kind of like a sea-urchin, or a really black-looking octopus.”

“So, they’re not intelligent, right?” His friend inquired further. “I mean, they don’t use guns like us, they don’t fight like us, they’re just mindless animals charging at us all the time.”

“Maybe that’s their strategy…” I now added to the conversation. I kicked the being with my boot, the black-ish blood oozing out of its large open wound. “Maybe they don’t need guns. They just use their own kind like lemmings, trying to tire us out, spend all our ammo and then finish all of us off.”

The bunch all nodded their heads, as if mine was the words of wisdom. The guy with this stick stood up and laughed.

“Then I guess they are stupid, ain’t they?” He handed the weapon to his friend closest, and stepped over to me. “You must be one of the new ones here.”

“That’s right.” I said, sizing him up as he came close. “I’m Cooper.”

“I’m Rick,” He motioned to the others with his thumb. “That’s Bill, Aggie, Jigger, and runt at the back,” he gave a sigh. “That’s Carlos, he don’t speak none… someone sliced out his tongue in the night his first day here. And don’t bother trying use sign language with him, the stupid dick doesn’t know any of it.”

I eyed the group carefully. Rick was an average looking white guy, scruffy beard and just screaming ‘pedophile’ in every way. The two men beside him were asian, one buff as shit, the other bald and skinny. The woman looked almost as butch as Sheba, but at least she wasn’t dressing as manly as her. She had dirty blonde hair, shaved to the skull on one half, long and flowing on the other side. I already had mental images of my dick up her mouth, ass and pussy. The runt, well, he was midget, but looked mean as hell. I’m pretty sure there was a face under all that scaring. I simply nodded to him. He did the same and hid back behind the others.

“So what is The Alien Horde anyway?” I said to Rick, pointing to the dead being and then outwardly in the direction of the battle area. “I know we pissed them off by coming here, or something, but have they ever tried to communicate or send a peace offering? Not that you boys and girls would know what the fuck that is…”

Rick snickered at my comment. “I guess most here wouldn’t. But, we’ve been in this fray for sometime, and these beings haven’t said a peep to us—other than roars and the sound of their bodies popping from our slaughter. So… no, no they haven’t.”

“Huh…” I mused for a moment. “You’d think they’d be running out of troops by now. It has been years…”

“By that logic, neither should we…” Aggie stated, in a sweet husky voice. Goddamn, I want to rape the shit out of her right now. “They keep dumping us condemned lot here and we keep on fighting. We’ll be the ones running out eventually. Can’t say how many there are of them compared to us.”

“Keep talking sexy…” I winked at her. “I love hearing your smart mouth moving.”

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“Oh, shit…” the skinny one, Jigger, I think his name was, giggled.

“What?” I glared at him. Fuck, I was about to snap his neck.

“You don’t want to do that to her…” Jigger kept snickering. “She’s deadly, this one.”

“Meaning?” I said, looking over to her again.

She said nothing. Just gave me a long stare with those beautiful, deep brown eyes of hers.

“Meaning…” Jigger continued on. “She’s got her pussy, ass and mouth rigged with killer nanites, they’ll tear you to shreds if you dare stick anything inside of her.”

I whistled playfully and winked again at her. “Sound like fun. Is that why you’re here with us big boys?”

She walked over to me, slowly, those slinky fine-ass hips swaying with her hands on them. Aggie came close to my face and opened her mouth, she brought out her tongue, it was long, like a snake, and wriggling with thousands of… shit, I dunno, tiny lil’ machine bugs all over them. I could almost make out the little buzz-saws and cutting blades on those micro-sized crawlies. She slide that tongue back in and winked at me this time.

“Big boys…” She smirked. “They’re always the first to go down. But when I get through with them, size is the least of their problem.”

I smirked back at her. Fuck me, deadly and beautiful. Tempting, yeah, really tempting… but I like having my dick intact, so, I’ll just have to have wet dreams about her.

“Hey, Cooper!” Sheba said, running over to me with Taft. “You wanna head back to the front, or are you busy making friends with the losers here.”

“Fuck you, bitch!” Bill gruffly replied. Wow, I was not prepared for such a high pitched voice on that dude. Did he suck on a helium balloon, or something? He squawked on to her. “We ain’t no losers, not like you, hanging around that racist dip-shit all the time.”

“What did you say to me, faggot?” Taft quickly went toe-to-toe with the buff asian guy.

“Ease up, ladies…” Sheba rolled her eyes, and blocked the two dudes with her hand, like an invisible barrier. “We need to head back and relieve the others at front trench.”

“Why?” I scoffed. “We don’t have to do anything. There’s nobody here to tell us what to do, how to live, fight, any of that shit. They’re the stupid assholes who plunked us down here, we don’t owe Earth anything.”

“Yeah, but, I’d like to actually live a tad bit longer… ya know.” She eyed me. “If you think the Alien Horde are going to let you just live down here happily, you’ve got another thing coming.”

She motioned for me to walk with her, Taft followed behind as he gave Bill one last threading finger poise. She continued to explain as we headed out. The other group mocked us, and waved goodbye.

“Listen,” She said. “We heard all about the first bunch that got delivered here. They tried to just live out their days, just as you said, but, those alien bastards wouldn’t let up on any of them. They got a taste for human flesh. They know where you are, always. They come in waves, or even in hordes… hence the name…”

“Catchy…” I nodded.

“We maybe the worst of humanity, but those things… they’re just like… fuck, the stuff of anyone’s deepest nightmares.”

“But they’re so adorable and easy to kill…” I mockingly snickered. “Like ripping open a cat, or a jelly-fish shark… wait, is that a good comparison?”

Taft gave a disapproving snort. Sheba was just as receptive. She rolled her eyes and gave a drawn out sigh.

“You haven’t been here for the big battles, just wait and see. What happened to you, when you landed, was just the appetizer, they always come en-mass by the next wave.”

She brought us over to the stockyard section, the ammunition depot where all the weapons were ready for the taking. The people in charge of it were cleaning them, sharpening the blades, recharging the power packs with solar-collectors and running power generators. Everything and anything a killer needed or wanted to get his joy-gazim on. Sheba and Taft picked up a duffle bag on the table and loaded up the goodies. They gave me a weapon, one of the plasma-guns; It had multi-settings for various ranges, a long sleek barrel, and damn… it was even in my colour, grey-ish black.

It’s amazing to me that, even though there’s no military authority here at all, no generals, combat trained officers, or the like, every prisoner here is organized and functioning like a real military unit. How bizarre… it’s like we’ve been given the skills without being given the skills. But then, I remembered, those implants in our brains. They did give us the training. We know how to use this stuff, how to fight, and what to do. Shit, we did get drafted, didn’t we.

“Let’s go, time to move out…” Sheba commanded to us.

Taft nodded and patted me on the back. I quickly spun around and punched him in the face. It was my reflex. People don’t dare touch me. I make sure they learn that lesson. Taft raised a hand to stop me from dealing another one and apologized. That caught me off guard. I lowered my fist in bewilderment. No one has ever apologized to me before. That was new, and kind of different. He held his nose as the blood trickled out.

“I’ll let you have that one…” He said, snorting back the clot forming inside his nostril. “Let’s just keep going, alright.”

Sheba patently waited, looking like she was bothered by our lacking to keep up with her.

“Kiss and make up later…” She stated. “Let’s go already.”

Taft and I kept a distance apart, we made sure another incident like that was going to happen again. I did wonder about something though. Maybe I should keep an eye on him during the fight, the fucker might try to pay me back later, with his gun at the back of my skull. I glanced over at him, he turned and did the same to me.

“Yeah,” I thought to myself. “I think I”d better watch my back, just in case.”