On The Verge Of Extinction

   "Haha, June, we've been playing for so long, yet you still haven't won a match! That's truly incorrigible. Am at my 4th win now, and Jasper is at his 3rd." "What would you gain by distracting me? Am going to win this one for sure, am almost there," The girl, June countered. On the hard tiled floor, Three Kids squatted in a circle; All three having fierce looks without a hint of backing down. Their right palms were placed in the middle of the space created by the bodies. This, in fact, was a very common game they, and other children in their neighborhood took an inkling for. Red Baby Bush — Was the uncommon name given to this game. The rules were simple, The words: Red, Ogre, Corn, Baby, Bush each had the numbers 1~5 respectively. The catch was, Every child would choose a word, Then they pitied against each other with the fingers of their right hands. The sum of these numbers would determine the word... Sorry, the child that won. A four would go to the child with the word 'baby' and a three, 'Corn'. The numbers that went above 5 were counted in a serial fashion. (6 became 1) and (8, 3). You win and victoriously leave the game when your number was the total sum of all fingers placed on the board. This could be tricky since everyone had the right to pit out any number of fingers they want. From 0 (fisted palm) To all 5, there would always be a large probability of failure. In truth, this game did next to nothing, except boosting their calculating intellect and maybe passing time. What proposed its fame was the 'slap the loser's palm' feature attached years back by the delinquent founders. But it was this that added the F to the fun game. "June, am sorry to say this... But you... FAIL!!" Bright-eyed Jasper laughed without feeling sorry at all. "That's true June, don't worry, Send out your palms clasped together, I'll be soft." "No way, Scott. Although you're my brother, I won't trust you again. You made me fail" 11-year-old June said amid tears. "Didn't you say you want to learn how to play Red Baby Bush? Everyone had to fail and be beaten before becoming pros" "I don't want to!!" "Jasper, June... Scott! You three should dress up for school, You don't want Misery Mary to beat your arses if you go late right?" From the kitchen, a sonorous voice of a lady called out. "Yes Mum, We are—" [BOOOOM!!!] The sudden sound of an earthquake reverberated, The children's ears buzzed, and June cried out in pain, a steak of blood flowing out of her ears. " ...!!!" "Molly! Dearie, Look after the kids. Am going out to check what the eff is going on!" An angry Voice of a Man sounded rough, In the affirmative, a Woman shuttled through the house to the crying children. ———————— A door was pushed and a man of about 40 walked out in striding steps. His eyes saw a shock, As far as his eyes could see, everyone in his neighborhood ran in frantic desperation. Horns blazing and the cars themselves zooming off to leave smoke behind. "Frank! Open the door, Frank!" Banging on his neighbor's door, the man lingered to demand an answer. To him, the noise that unsettled his home must surely be brought about by the freaking Bastard Frank. His demented neighbor. A creak of the door woke him up "Frank you bastard! I've been putting up with you for a long time. What deadly cacophony did you coop up, eh?" "W-what do mean, Quincy?" "You dare ask me that question? Where did that noise come from, and why in the eff are you gathered together in your living room praying and crying as if someone died?" "Y-you don't know?" "Why the hell should I know? Am not your uncle." "Quincy, look above you, you'll understand is it. This is Ragnarok Quincy! All of all are going to die, men, all of us!" Quincy heard only the first part of Frank's sentence, his eyes had series of expressions as he stared at the looming shadow that blocked sun rays throughout as far as an eye could see. "A-am, am going back to my family," Quincy turned Swifty, "Molly!!! Get the children to the car now!" "Eff it all! Didn't SAIT say they had this under control? Why are those bastards here? Those fat-bellied politicians, Eff them all!" Quincy cursed. "Honey!—" "Molly, thank the gods I saw it early, we need to — we need to leave, now!" "Honey, June... She can't hear us. I tried, Quincy, She couldn't understand a thing." Molly wailed. Seeing his daughter's ears still oozing out blood, a part of Quincy almost went feral. But he reminded himself of the big threat. "Honey, it's only temporary, okay. Hospitals do specialize in this, she'll be okay in a few days. Come on, we need to leave before something bad happens, okay. Come on children, go to the car." "But where are we going to? " The terrified Molly spoke almost in a whisper. "I don't know, maybe your dad's house. The most important thing is to leave the city, immediately — Eff it all! Where are the keys?", Quincy dropped out from the car in a hurried sprint. He should have looked back then... He honestly should've, but he didn't. [RROOOUUUNGG!] The shock waves from the collision flung him some meters out, made in blank out for a quarter of a minute, and bleed through his nostrils and ears. "What in the name of Lanco could possibly— No! No!!! Molly! Scott!? Jasper?! June?! Why!!!" Really why? They are a thousand square meters in this neighborhood, it was truly incorrigible that whatever Cargo that fell out from the Invading Spaceship would fall here. Quincy wasn't thinking at all. Taking out the little strength he could muster, he baby-walked to the car... Or what remained of it... Which wasn't much. The car he came out from split seconds ago was compressed to the ground, ruined beyond imagination. The cause... Was a 40 × 8 × 8 black container, which had been unloaded from what was hovering in the darkened sky. The car was sandwiched, unsalvageable. The 3-meter car has been compressed to a flat thin stripe of metal. Bright red blood continually dripping in troupes. 'That's my family' he thought. "Ahhhhh!" Quincy cried with an unreconciled heart. 'None of this is real.' "I can't believe this, everything is just a hallucination. It's not real, it's not—" [WHROOONGG!] As if time deliberately hampered down that moment, the 'container's door was pushed open, and the Cargo fell out... And then walked. [GrrrrAaah!] Screeching sounds came out of the entity's 'mouth' and as if seeing its food, it moved with unbelievable momentum towards the first living being it saw. Quincy did not think, not speak. He grabbed onto a rod that just so happens to lay by his side and lunged forward. (Planet Glacier, was sentenced as forlorn with the coming of the beings known as The Dusk... And their pets, The Stripes. It resisted Fifty years of the onslaught. Fifty years of drought before falling to the shackles of doom. And now, Five Years later, A new tech has been invented at the cost of countless patriots' lives. I hope that we can finally see Dawn again. Even if there is no Sun in our lives.)