Speaker 1: When the Night Comes Out Presents the Hive Part fifteen.
Jen felt the iron grip grab her shoulder. How could
something so obviously dead have such incredible strength. She felt
herself being pulled back into the gym. She could smell them,
hundreds of them piling into the space, and all of
them smelling of sulfur and rot. She turned and brought
her hand up smashed the creature that held her right
in the face. She sort of recognized the face, but
mostly she just saw the teeth. So many teeth, each
of them sharp points, and so many that there could
not even close its mouth. The creature appeared slightly surprised
that someone had fought back, and staggered backwards. It was
enough to loosen the vice like grip, and Jen stepped backwards,
raised her pistol, and fired a single shot into the
creature's head. Jen ran for the door again. One of
the creatures, still half dressed in a suit, scrambled across
the wall to her right, headed right for her. Lines
of reddish saliva running from its mouth. Jen fired, got
it in the leg and set it to the floor,
where it immediately started to scramble toward her. Across the
floor there were more all around her, all of them
coming right after her. She pushed through the door and
managed to get to the other side, and she slammed
the door. To her right was a button set into
the wall, and she slammed her hand against it. The
door jerked in its frame and there was a loud
metallic sound. It was bolted shut, leaned against the wall
opposite the door, and sank to the floor, her chest heaving.
On the other side of the metal door, there was banging,
small hand prints left in the metal. She reached for
her walkie and pushed for the mic to go live.
Shut the doors. I'm out. Shut the doors, she said,
her heart hammered in her chest. She had never felt
more terrified and more exhausted. Did I get bit? She
quickly did a check neck, shoulders, legs, and all up
and down. Her clothing had been torn on her shoulder,
but there was no blood, no broken skin. Jesus, she thought,
and she put her head back against the cold stone.
She was alive, but now she was in this corridor.
Where the fuck did she go from here? Mike and
Dalton headed for the administration building. Reg saluted them both
and took several of the men and headed for the gate.
Inside his heart and his head, Mike was preparing for
the fact most of the people he knew, loved and
trusted were dead or turned into one of those creatures.
He could almost see Jen, her teeth, now huge and
ending in sharp points, coming right at him and having
to aim his pistol and fire a bullet through her brain.
Then over the walkie he heard shut the doors. I'm out,
Shut the doors. Relief washed over him, and that was
when he indicated to Dalton he needed to head to
the building. Reg did not hesitate to head toward the
gate and Hive City. The creatures had stopped crawling down
the outside of the building. The small contingent apparently dispatched
to head for Hive City, for they had all come
down and turned the corner. Mike hoped that Karl would
be able to hold them for a while. Dear God,
let that man remember his training, he thought. Mike and
Dalton veered to the left as they ran. Mike triggered
his mic, let me in the bottom floor, Dalton, King,
myself and about a dozen others are here with weapons.
Open the shield Roger that Mike. There was a rumble
and the black metal shields over the doors and windows
on the bottom floor rolled up high enough for Mike
Dalton and the rest of them to duck under. Then
they were inside, and there was pretty much everyone in
the entire building standing in the aisles, hallways, and office areas.
The men all paused until someone could explain what was happening. Finally,
one of Mike's guards, Kevin, ran up, his face slicked
with sweat and sprayed with droplets of blood. He looked
completely exhausted. We lured them into the gym, slammed the door,
he said, breathless. It was Jen's idea. We were fighting
floor to floor, and then she had the idea to
lock them in there in one place. She led them
in there. Mike, she made it through Jesus. He took
charge of the whole thing. Are they all in the gym?
Are the doors holding? Dalton asked. The guard looked slightly
horrified to hear Dalton speak, and looked at Mike as
if for permission. Mike just nodded, yes, the doors are holding,
Kevin finished. Dalton looked around at the people, the offices.
Everything that's good for us. We should be able to
run in there. And eliminate them pretty quickly. You do
realize we will need to run in there and they
will have to close the doors behind us. Gentlemen, we
have to be locked in there and either eliminate all
of these creatures or we become part of them and
have to stay in there forever. Mike felt the cold
chill run down his spine yet again. At this point
he was almost used to it. We understand, Dalton. Mike confirmed,
I'll join you. Kevin piped up. I'll head in there
if you have enough for me to join. Mike shook
his head. I need guards and people who know how
to run this prison should anything happen to me. I
also need someone to help Jen if that happens and
we have to manage more of these things. You have
to prevent them from getting out of there. If we fail,
then you need to gas that place, or fill it
with acid, or set the entire goddamn building on fire.
They cannot leave. There are already a few hundred that
are headed for the gate and trying to get to
Hive City. Kevin, who had a wife and child living
in the city, went pale. Oh shit, he whispered. Yeah,
so let's take care of what's happening here, and then
we can try to stop what's happening out there. Mike
stared intently at Kevin and then the rest of the
crowd that had already gathered around. No One argued time
to wipe these guys out, Dalton said. They began to
distribute the flamethrowers and the bombs. They dive into the fray.
Soon Carl knelt down in his booth and continued to pray.
It was hard to focus. He wanted to leave, He
wanted to run, but he knew there was nowhere to run.
This was the frustrating part of living here in Hive City.
In order to bring as much normalcy to those who
lived in Hive City, they made things as realistic as possible.
In doing so, it felt very normal after a time,
and like one could get in their car and ride
off and go for miles and miles. He had dreams
of eventually retiring, returning to the surface, getting a place
in Florida. The one thing Hive City had not quite
perfected was fishing. There was a pond, but it was
stocked and too easy. Carl wanted a boat to sit
on the water preferably the ocean and fish for the
big ones. He shook his head. This was no time
to be lost in hopes and dreams. Right now, right now,
there was danger, and everything he wanted to do might
end right here. Something began banging on the gate. It
was so loud that Carl nearly dropped his rifle. What
could be strong enough to do that? The gate was
inches thick. There was more pounding, and then even more
it sounded like a riot was breaking out on the
other side. There were other sounds too, sounds Carl did
not want to hear, things like growling and snarling. Oh
sweet Jesus, he muttered. Then, after what felt like an
eternity of hard pounding, snarling, and growling, the sounds all stopped.
Then there was a loud, clicking noise. Then the gate
began to open. Oh please let me shoot straight, Carl muttered.
He hit the microphone on his shoulder. They're open in
the gate. Everyone, get ready back at the school, get right,
and if there's anyone on the other side of the
door who can help me, then please get your ass here.
Reg felt like he was running in maple syrup, no
matter how much he was moving his legs. It was
taking forever to get to the gate. Alongside him and
behind him. The rest of the men were also running,
but it felt as if the gate got further away
instead of closer. Already they were along the side of
the admin building, but they still had to round this
big curve and then they would be able to see
the gate just a little further. Dear God, how things
had gotten this fucked up so goddamn fast. It was
just yesterday that they had things under control. This was
a regular place, with as regular a life as one
could have while living miles underground and hidden from the sun.
They certainly never worked with someone like Dalton King. They
managed to get around the curve, and there it was
a giant black men thing with the little door near
the bottom. Crawling all over the bottom of the door
were easily a hundred of the creatures. It was like
looking at a door or wall covered with spiders or
roaches or something unspeakable. Well almost there, he called out, breathless,
his heart hammering in his chest. He had not had
to run this much for a very long time. His
muscles were burning and felt close to total collapse. Then
they saw the door in the gate begin to open.
We're out of time, Rudge whispered, goddamn it. Alvin Winston
hefted the rifle and took his spot against one of
the armored plates that had been brought down over the windows.
There was a slit in the window here, and he
could look out. There were a few areas where people
could shoot through the metal plates, but this area was
not one of those. He could see his reflection in
the glass, and he had never looked so haggard or tired,
so scared. Behind him was the cafeteria, and it was
filled with people. Most of them were moms holding their children,
but there were so many students. There were so many
children at the same time. He had fifteen and sixteen
year olds, all with guns manning stations. Should anything come through.
He was expecting children to shoot whatever the hell came
through the gate. There was a burst of static over
the walkies they all wore, and Alvin felt an ice,
cold chill run down his spine, and a cold block
of ice formed in his gut. The open in the gate.
Everyone get ready back at the school, get ready, and
if there's anyone on the other side of the door
who can help me, then please get your ass here.
Alvin looked around and nodded at Wendy, the teacher, who
was right. She immediately began giving orders for people to
find places to hide. Meanwhile, Alvin left his spot by
the window and headed toward the front of the school.
Up there, the metal doors were a mixture of steel
and titanium and were six inches thick. At one time
they had been much thinner, but when Dalton King came
to the prison, they had upgraded in case the man
got out or his followers found a way down. The
doors were capable of withstanding a massive explosion. But what
about flesh eating hive minded demons. Alvin picked up the pace.
He could hear feet running up and down the corridors
around him. He could hear others barking orders and telling
people where to stand, what to do with the guns.
Others were to get more ammo and stash it around
the shooters. Was there enough medical supplies and were they
capable of handling wounds from dozens of people? Alvin broke
into a light jog. In a few minutes, he was
at the front. There were six students and four administrators,
All of them stood at small slits in the metal doors,
and they held rifles. Can you see anything yet, he asked. Jessica,
the art teacher, replied, nothing visual. We heard noises coming
from the gate, then gunfire. I don't know how Carl's
going to handle this. Alvin sighed and did a quick
check of his rifle. He'll do better than you think,
but this is well past what one man can handle.
Get ready, aim carefully and take shots to the head.
They all turned back to their posts. Alvin grabbed his
own spot and peered through the opening. There was all
of Hive City, the place he had called home for years,
the place he had placed all his hopes and dreams.
It looked normal, save for the sounds coming from the
gate echoing around the city. Reg finally reached the gate
just as the metal door started to open. He dropped
his load and slung the homemade flamethrower around. Quickly flicked
his lighter out and lit the front of the flamethrower.
Then he pressed the trigger with a large woosh, a
stream of flame erupted from the front of the weapon.
He was impressed. The others did the same, and soon
it went from a stream of fire to a wall
of flames that roared across the stone floor and seared
the stone walls. They hit the scurrying, crawling mass of
demonic creatures covering the back of the gate. They went
up like wood. Then they began to shriek. There were
at least one hundred of them, and twenty went up
in flames, but it didn't top them. Instead, the creatures
launched at them flames and all One of the men
to Reggie's left was grabbed, and he also went up
in flames. The flamethrower tank ruptured and he exploded into flames.
There might have been more than one hundred, Just like
setting fire to an ant hill. The creatures began to
crawl everywhere. Several of them shot out through the small
opening they had managed to create in the gate. Several
of them crawled up the gate itself, then across the
walls and down toward the men with the flamethrowers. The
ones on fire were still up and running, but much slower.
Rege grabbed one of the bombs Dalton had made. He
twisted the top and threw it the fuse, sputtering and
spitting fire. Just before it hit the ground. The bomb exploded,
despite the bomb being relatively small. The explosion echoed off
the walls and nearly knocked all of them off their feet.
The metal casing broke apart and sheared off several of
their heads. Key bame in for the heads. Reg called out,
even with the flamethrowers, we have to stop the brain
for Morkin. They all knew there was not a lot
of fuel in these flamethrowers. They had to make them count.
Rege pulled his pistol and shot each of the creatures,
still moving despite being engulfed. Each of them fell to
the ground and stopped moving getting closer. Reg commanded, we
need to pin them against the gate. Some of them
are going to get through. One of the other guards
cried out over the roar of the fire, and Carl
will shoot them down. We got a winnow down the
numbers for him to handle. Reg cried back. Reg hit
the trigger again and the wall of flame erupted like
a volcano. Slowly, they began to move forward, hoping to
bring these creatures down and stop them from entering Hive City.
Carl kept firing, but he knew he was going to
run out of ammo. The rifle went first. The last
of the magazines he had for reload were now spent.
He grabbed his pistol next and kept firing, and the
creatures just kept coming out. Then fire erupted from behind
the gate. He could see the orange glow and had
a moment of hope that this was going to stop them.
He almost cheered. Then four creatures, all on fire, burst
through the opening and headed straight for him. For a moment,
Carl was completely taken aback and froze in utter horror.
He could see the flesh turning black, even melting right
off the bones, but still the creatures kept coming towards him.
Their sharp teeth were still visible through the flames. Screaming,
not even capable of forming words, Carl fired into the
flaming creatures. He did not set up each shot like
he should have, and fire into their heads. He emptied
the clip, then removed it and slapped in a new one.
But he had been so focused on the flaming creatures
he had missed that at least four of them had
run around behind him. He heard something akin to a
growl behind him, and Carl whipped his head around and
saw them standing there. Up close, they were even more
horrifying their faces contorted to fit the daggers in their mouth,
Saliva or something akin to it dripped from their lips.
Their eyes were black holes. Carl fired, but his hand shook,
and he had two of them in the chest, and
neither of them even moved. No, he whispered. They fell
on him and he did not get another shot off.
All the way back at the school, they could hear
him screaming as they tore him to pieces. Now, those
creatures who had managed to get through, and despite the
fire and the bombs, some were still getting through, had
nothing between them and the school. All of Hive City
was open to them. Now, first it would be the
city and they would take as many of the young
people hiding in the school. Then they would head for
the lift. It was just a matter of time. Now
you've been listening to When the Night Comes Out The Hive,
Tune in next week for The Hive Part fifteen. Written
by Brian w Alaspa, narrated and produced by Ali James,
music by Vivek Abishek. Catch up on the first four
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