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for younger years, we are still talking about things that go bump in the
night, and some children may not be able to handle what others can.
Parental consent is recommended now for tonights micro Terror Halloween Knight of the Living Dead
Part four Decimation of the Dead. It was official Holman, Ohio had become
ground zero for events that should have only existed in the bad science fiction and
horror films of the nineteen fifties and sixties, the ones that Peter Dixon and
Sean Rhodes, two twelve year olds Mind You, watched devotedly. Space lightning
had reanimated the dead from the Holman West Cemetery. Then a force field had
cut Holman off from the rest of the world, and as the unexpected cherry
on top of this nightmarish cobbler, a UFO landed, bringing with it a
large, hulking entity from another world. Peter and Sean trembled in the presence
of the armor suited alien. That was until it vaporized a horde of zombies
who were about to secure the grim fates as hollow shells of their former selves
to help pad the numbers of the Walking dead. This is all one giant
misunderstanding, the alien had said, I am going to be in so much
trouble. Peter and Sean gawked at the Interstellar Visitor. Any fear they once
had for it was now gone. Honestly to them, the aliens sounded like
a teenager who had screwed up royally, and as it turned out, that's
exactly what had happened. I did the fross Isaar, the alien said next
if the Ordit Quadrant, the far away region in one of the darkest corners
of space. Peter was the first to speak back, although cautiously. I'm
Peter, this is Sean. What is gone on here? Apros Isar exhaled
defeatedly through his speaker into my Patriarch's repository when I wasn't supposed to. I
had been warned several times, but just cannot stay away. He stores so
many interesting devices there. I was messing around with the CEU and I accidentally
activated it. I bumped the machine trying to turn it off, but it
was too late. It sent a pulse through space and then here at these
exact coordinates. I am going to be in so much trouble when my patriarch
finds out about this. Peter and Sean wanted to smile. They wanted to
laugh in relief after all of the horror they had been through. The cause
of it all was an adolescent alien from a distant world who had just simply
not listened to his parents, who hadn't been in that situation. There was
one question, though, that was on the boy's minds, and Sean was
the one who spoke up for the both of them. What's a ceu?
Aphros eyes are responded promptly, the gathering extraction unit. What's that? Peter
asked. Big bodies give off a talksin called cagavaing. Our species constructs cagavering
from across the universe to help with sel regeneration procedures. Aphros said, he
looked around and scratched his head, well, scratched the glass dome over his
head and said, I guess there was a glitch or something. This has
never happened before. I'd certainly say so, Aphros. Peter shouted, now,
just annoyed rather than scared. Our families are dead, man, They've
become walking corpses, creating skin and brains. I can fix this, Aphros
said, nervously, looking around. Zombies lurked in the night around them,
beginning to close in again. Peter and Sean weren't so sure that he could
fix this. How could he? People had died, then died again.
I can fix this, Apros said again, but this time much more confidently.
It actually seemed like he had a plan. He grabbed a small device
off his armor and tossed it down in front of the boys. A transparent
force field shot up around them, encasing them in what was basically a shimmering
bubble, a much smaller scale version of what unnaturally sheltered Holman Hey. Peter
screamed, let us out now. Aphros placed a hand on the shimmering encasement.
I will fix this, he said, one more time. Something about
it seemed genuine. Peter nodded, slightly hesitant, but what other choice did
they have. He relaxed his body and stepped back, slight up against Sean.
Aphros lifted his laser cannon, the swirling colors around the barrel picking up
speed and becoming a huefule blur. He turned and rushed off into the night.
In the street, he was stopped by a half dozen snarling, rotting
corpses. He lifted his cannon and fired three quick thumping shots. All six
of the young dead blew up in puffs of ashes. The action caught the
attention of several other zombies from a nearby yard. They staggered out into the
street where Aphros aimed, and he took them out one by one. Three
more sizzled and popped into ash. Something latched onto Aphros's leg. He looked
down and saw a zombie crawling around him, trying to grip and grasp his
leg. Aphros aimed his weapon down and fired. The crawl and google exploded
all around him. Aphros could hear the groans of the dead, but the
night made it difficult to see. He extracted another device from his armor and
tossed it straight up into the air, acting like a flare. The device
exploded nearly thirty feet up, creating a blue glow across Holman. Now the
dead were visible. There were dozens in all directions moving in. Aphros was
a one alien killing machine and acting such a surreal decimation of the dead that
both Peter and Sean assumed they'd wake up from a severe candy infused nightmare at
any moment. Lasers blasted throughout the night, and the walking dead became nothing
but smoldering dust. Holman was covered in a fine ashen powder by the time
morning came. Once Afros made his rounds to be sure the town was secure
of the zombie menace, he came back to the shimmering bubble the boys were
in and retracted it. Peter and Sean couldn't believe their eyes. Holman was
a wasteland. Smoke billowed up from every corner. Houses were charred, some
still burning, and bones and dust decorated the landscape like a macabre filter had
been placed over it. It was certainly the cleanup job of a child.
The flat is gone, Aphros proudly stated, yeah, but Peter began,
so is everyone else, and everything is destroyed. Aphros stood with his hands
on his hips, scanning the devastating landscape around them. Sean buried his face
in the palms of his hands. The government's goot a cub for us,
now, aren't they? He was right, Peter thought, surely the encasement
Holman was put in would catch the eye of someone, some satellite or radar
system. Over the summer, Peter had heard on the news that the government
had secret programs that dealt with this kind of phenomena. It was only a
matter of time before they show it up. There would be questions, investigations.
You need to fix this, Peter said to Aphros. Apros clammed up.
He'd made a mistake and then acted in the moment to try and remedy
it. He wasn't thinking about the aftermath or what it would mean to the
unassuming occupants of planet Earth. Endeavoring, Aphros said, as if a bulb
sprung to life in his mind. That's what this whole thing was all about.
After all, I can take all the remains, he said, looking
around at the billowing land. I can use our systems or technology. That's
their purpose. After all, cell regeneration, I can bring back everyone,
I promise. Peter and Sean were obviously skeptical, not because of what Aphros
claimed their technology could do with the cadet Avoreen, but because Apros had already
proven himself to be a major screw up. The boys turned away from the
teenage alien and conversed quietly between themselves. If we leave it all like this,
everyone is dead and everything is gone permanently, Peter said, If we
put a little bit of trust into Aphros, there's a chance they could all
be brought back. Certainty or chance. That's what the fates of Holman's residents
came down to, and Sean quickly agreed with his friend. Okay, he
said, with a surrendering sigh. Aphros was thrilled that the boys trusted him
to make everything right. He rushed to his ship in the cemetery and brought
back with him a device that acted as a vacuum. Over the next hour,
Aphros sucked up all the dusts, bones, and remains the zombies and
their former selves. The vacuum device was stored on the ship in a cooling
chamber, and a few flips of switches on a control panel lifted the shimmering
blue encasement that had cut dover Holman. I will return with all of your
people, Aphros promised. Sean looked at the devastation that surrounded them. What
are we supposed to do. Where are we supposed to go? In the
distance, an air raid siren began to work. A radar satellite something had
detected the anomalous event. They're going to take us away, Sean cried out,
his wide eyes filled with panic. Peter looked around, waiting to see
helicopters and drones flooding the airspace. The boy's uncertain fate was clear to Aphros
as well. Come with me, Apros said. Peter and Sean were stunned.
My ship's not big, I excusing, I can teach you about our
species, our worlds, worlds. Peter emphasized the pluralness of Aphros's word.
Apros grinned beneath his helmet, deep spaces filled with wonders and places you cannot
imagine. Time means nothing, Plans of different existences can Chris cross. There
are sites that made to be seen, felt and experienced, to eat and
believe. Come with me. The boys thought about it. They listened to
the blaring sirens. The cavalry would arrive soon enough, and rather than be
subjected to whatever the secret government factions would ultimately put forth, they thought,
what would Afros do? He'd make a snap decision he'd disobey authority. He'd
get on the ship and go to places and worlds unknown to him for the
pure thrill of it. And that's exactly what Peter and Sean did. They
followed Afros up the ramp and in through the underbelly of the saucers shaped ship.
All three of them settled into the cockpit area, where Afros brought to
life millions of tiny glowing lights on all sides of them. A small oval
shaped off to Seawn's right caught his eye. There was a green line that
kept shooting across a grid, accompanied by a sharp pinging sound. What's that,
Sean asked, pointing to the screen. Afros leaned in and took a
closer look as the ship's engine activated. It's flagging a signal from a separate
astral level than we were in, was Aros' response. Oh what, the
boys both asked in unison, Like I said, space is filled with different
planes of existence. This is a signal coming from a different reality and interdimensional
line parallel to where we are. What kind of signal, Peter asked,
By the looks of it, I'd say it is as less of some kind
a distress call Afros spurred and looked at the boys. Did he want off
for a side quest? Zombies, aliens, the imminent arrival of secret government
officials with unknown intentions. Peter and Sean had nothing to lose. They were
in so over their heads that their adolescent minds insisted keep going. What would
Apros do? They agreed, and Aphros tapped the screen to let the source
of the distress call know that they were on their way. The ship lifted
up off the cemetery grounds, sliced through the clouds, and propelled itself to
the stars. The end. Thank you for listening to micro Terrors. Join
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