Like rats in their holes, the last of the defenders have gone to ground in the homes and alleys of their town, forcing the storm-troopers to hunt them down one by one. Each door-way holds peril; each skulking alien takes one or two more human soldiers with him as he is exterminated.
Lola and her comrades press forwards, knowing they are almost done with this battle. The end is in sight; the outcome a foregone conclusion.
The dead and the dying lie in the streets, in every door-way, having done their part and sacrificed what the Empress required them to sacrifice. Victory is theirs, even if they will never see it.
piephobia
2025-09-29 08:48:03 +0000 UTC