Jasper ran from the lighthouse bay, as fast as his feet would take him. His heart felt ready to burst, but he knew he had to make the radio before they struck. His feet barely touched the stairs as he descended. Half way down he heard it. The first of the sounds, sounds he knew were not so distant explosions. "NO!" he cried as he somehow found the strength to go faster. Somehow found the dexterity to leap more stairs at a time without slipping and breaking his neck, ensuring that it would all end without anyone else the wiser.
Jasper leapt the final stair, and burst through the door into the communications room, but it was too late. They were there before him. Those repulsive beings. They who came in the stars. Jasper screamed as he lunged for the radio, trying in spite of the odds to send one final warning, his hand stretched out in definance.
Somewhere, inland, in a lonely room under eighty feet of earth, the screams were heard. |
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