Of Wolves and Weasels - Day 611 - Terror on Moonbase Alpha - Chapter 10 Part 3
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So yesterday I completed part 2 of Chapter 10 for Terror on Moonbase Alpha.
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Without further ado, here's Part 3 of Chapter 10.
Terror on Moonbase Alpha - Chapter 10 Part 3
Like some famished jungle predator unleashed on a sickly herd, the goop attacked without pause, shooting out dozens of thin tendrils that seemed to snake through the air.
Jacob watched in horror as the people kept fighting and shoving and pushing their way through the door, yelling and scrambling to get into a room that had already been lit up with the squeals and screeches of a slaughterhouse. They were gurgling and screaming and he knew that there was no longer a sense of calm purpose behind their eyes, no distant thoughts that preoccupied them as they were slowly dissolved, no their eyes shone like glittering beads in full recognition of the horrible fate that awaited them.
Some had freed themselves and had turned around, were fighting against the crowd, fighting to get out of the room, but found themselves pushed ever-closer to the puddle of goop.
The doorway itself was now an impasse, some poor soul had been caught half in-half out, crushed between the door jamb - whether they were alive or not had almost ceased to be a concern so much as how their body had acted as a plug that kept the rest of them stuck. Jacob saw the trapped person's legs lift off the ground, their torso cinched deeply around the waist at a 45 degree angle, there was no saving them.
The throbbing morass of the crowd began to rock back and forth in time, seeming to have come up with a plan, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards - Jacob watched the trapped legs rise and fall, rise and fall, their toes straightening out to ballerina points with each heave forward.
And then, with one loud, final crack, the legs went limp and the crowd, as one, heaved forward... into the goop.
They tried to climb out, tried to climb over one another, tried to scoop off the caustic substance and Jacob watched in horror as the flesh of them began to run together, like lines of paint washed down a sink.
It was all too much for the creature, it seemed like there was a limit after all to how much and how fast it could digest a meal. Like a mouth crammed full to the breaking point, there was only so much it could 'chew' at once. Bone and flesh and sinew crawled across one another, eyeless beings clamoring for escape beneath the sickly sheen.
How could he ever hope to stop such a thing, to even stand against it? Perhaps that was the only way, the best way, in the end. He wouldn't have to fight anymore, they wouldn't think poorly of him, they would just see him as another helpless person caught unaware.
Though long since left numb by this display, Jacob realized that he could feel the pinpricks on the edges of his mind again. In truth, that intrusion was the one thing that had kept him from jumping on the pile. Not because he didn't, somehow, agree with everything it was whispering in his mind but because, he realized, he didn't want it to win.
With its sneaky prodding it had awakened some angry, defiant streak within him, one that quickly flared into a full-fledged hatred. A calming, clean, burning hatred that seared away any other thoughts.
And in that moment, Jacob realized that he no longer cared about his fellow man, or the fate of the station, or even the planet below.
Jacob decided then and there that he would destroy this thing outright or he would leave a smoldering crater where the base used to be.
And he would do it out of spite.
And that ends part 3 of Chapter 10, I hope you enjoyed it!
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Posted Sep 11, 2015, 12:13 PM UTC