The monsters are here. They have crossed the oceans and land to eliminate life itself. None of us knows where they came from;they all appeared one day around the world. No matter what you are, as long as you are a living being that breathes, You would be devoured by these monsters. On top of this wall, we could easily fall to our deaths. The smell of death breezed by against each, and everyone of us standing by with our weapons. We all felt scared, even more so with my friend. He stared out into the desolate land. While his body was unmoving, his eyes trembled at the sight of them. Sweat ran down his face, or maybe it was the pouring rain. This look that my friend has – everyone else must have it.
"Men, man your stations," The commander says next to me.
The soldiers remained still. I could hear the click of a button.
"Men, man your stations," His voice echoes through the speakers lodged across the walls.
Underneath the pelting rain, their boots moved quickly. The deafening gears within the turrets turned aiming at the barren land. Those of us who had no other duties aimed our weapons without a clue at what we would hit. With my arms raised, I felt cold droplets resting on my fingers, the weapon trembles.
In the far distance, not even the sounds of gears grinding or torrent rain could cover their voice. It's a terrifying roar to hear. These monsters could mimic the sounds of us. The pain and agony of those that have died to them. To us, we can hear them, those that we couldn't save, the families of ours that left too soon, the voices that would bring regrets, sadness, and fear out. Their roars continued to grow closer every minute.
"I can't…I- I can't do this," My friend says in fear.
His weapon drops along with his arms to the side, knees hit the floor.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've done. I'm sorry for running, sorry for leaving you behind." He continues to mumble.
There is nothing that can be done, for I, myself, can hear them. There were no problems with facing those monsters—I may be one of the few who desperately wanted to kill them with my own hands. It's the voices, the images that flash before me, of my fiance's death in front of my eyes, the blood splattering on my face. My friends who I hopelessly tried to save but couldn't. I shivered at their death's, my throat closing in. I did the best I could. Swallowing the guilt I feel, breathing in the stench of those monsters, exhaling the sadness, they are here.
They're close enough now that we all could see them. Their ferocious jaws chomping away at the air and the way they climb over each other to get the first taste of us.
"Ready…Aim…"
Under the commander's voice, I tightened my grip on the trigger.
"Fire!"
The sounds of weapons rattling in my ear and the turrets with its boom every three seconds drowned my thoughts. My sight is now on the monsters as they ram themselves against the wall. With the crash into the concrete wall, soldiers who stood too close to the edge fell. Within just an inch of their range, the soldiers disappeared, not a single scream lasted within their attack.
...….
The frigid rain seeped deep into my clothes. I grew numb as what came out of me was the stale dead air. The tips of my hand remained motionless. Every now and then, as they grow closer, a soldier is dragged by their waist, turrets explode taking the monsters with them. My leg has been clutched tight. I thought it was the end of me as I looked down. It was my friend crawling — his legs were missing. One stares at me, or was it at my friend?
Did it want to finish him off?
No, it wanted more, it's playing games with its prey. On both sides, they drew near to my position, their arms reaching the edges.
Is this the end for me? Is this where my useless life comes to an end?
It's despair that I felt, even if my fingers budged, no bullet was left.
Could I have done better in my life? If I had the chance to go back, would I be able to save them?
At this time, along with my hopelessness, a small part of me is filled with gratefulness that this misery will end.
Amelia, I'll be able to see you soon.
They stare at me, slowly approaching. To their eyes I am just a meal, a simple plaything to mess with, to toy with my emotions as they feel will satisfy them.