So it’s May 5th and I didn’t meet my quota for the April Fools Novel Writing Month. I got about 1800 words, out of a total of 6000, and most of that was large chunks of descriptive narrative.

While I’m not disappointed, I’m not happy with myself either. My new goal is to finish up the original 6000 words by the end of May, and then edit it into a full story by the end of June. If I can accomplish that I’ll be a happy panda.

In the mean time, expect many more posts, including some fan fiction, more original prose, and maybe some on improving your writing.

The small patrol of guards men worked their way through the city streets with a well practiced sweeping grid pattern. They encountered the occasional group of looters and other malcontents, but they would run from the well armed soldiers almost every time.

Though they had been briefed on the invaders by command they had yet to run into any of them. According to brass it was a mix of alien creatures straight out of a bad science fiction movie. They were armed with advanced weapons and armor, meaning that the standing order was to avoid engagement at all costs. That was reserved for the special forces fire squads brought in from out of state.

Several cities had been attacked, but for whatever reason the invaders had picked this place as their “staging ground”. Several large contingents of troops had been seen setting up camps around the city via satellite. The satellites didn’t last long though, the aliens used some type of laser weapon to knock out all of them moving through the sky above the doomed city. This turned into a weapon against the city too as the remains rained down several hours later causing serious damage where ever they landed.

Next on their list of targets was the local airport. According to the reports they sent several hundred troops to take control early that first morning. They had destroyed most of the planes on the ground, and several that where in the process of landing or taking off. The same reports said that they had killed everyone there, some where around five hundred, including those on the planes. They spent the next two days moving the majority of their troops in before activating their energy shield. So far the military hadn’t found a way to break through the shield, though some theorized that even a small nuke would probably take it down. Thankfully no one was willing to test that theory with civilians so close to the target.

Once the shield was up around the airport they started sending out large groups of what was later identified as their shock troops to “pacify” the population. All the while more soldiers were arriving. With in a week they had control of more than half the city and had several battalions worth of troops on the ground.

Of course the government didn’t sit still during all of this. They activated the national guard immediately, but they were largely ineffective against the avanced weaponry of the invaders. The fact that they had spent the better part of the last decade fighting wars in other countries didn’t help matters any. By the time the first group of marines arrived on the scene, an amazing fourteen hours after the satellites were knocked out, the aliens already had several hundred troops on the ground at the airport. The marines attacked, hoping to overwhelm the invaders. They were wiped out almost to a man. The military tried to hit them from the air next. Two squadrons of our most advanced bombers, escorted by two squadrons of our most advanced fighters. The reports say that only three of the bombers and two of the fighters made it back alive.

That was when the special forces arrived. A platoon of genetically engineered super soldiers, armed with the most advanced experimental weapons (aside from themselves) that existed on the planet. The shield was already up at the airport so they attacked a group of the shock troopers on their way to attack city hall. It was our first victory against the aliens. The soldiers were out numbered almost three to one, and still came out of the fight without any fatalities, and only minor injuries.

They had setup camp in an old fallout shelter left over from the cold war days. It was located just outside of the downtown area, and had ample room for several hundred people. The fifty or so survivors that had gathered there had plenty of room to spread out. They hoped that more people would show up.

There were troops moving through streets, mostly national guard, but a few regular army as well. No one was quite sure what was going on. There were rumors that the country had been attacked by terrorists, or maybe from an enemy state like China. The only thing that they new for sure was that this city had been hit with several large bombs, both in the central downtown area, and the outlying suburbs. Whoever had attacked had used conventional weapons, but the damage was still extensive.

A unit of guard troops had stopped by the shelter two days earlier to check on the civilians and to leave a short-wave radio for emergency use. Luckily one of the survivors had spent his youth on ham radios and knew how to work it.

“Patrol’s back.” a burly man said, stepping into the dimly lit room from where he was standing guard outside. “Looks like they found more survivors, and they’ve got a couple of wounded as well.”

That news brought a flurry of activity as several men started getting beds ready for the newly arrived wounded in a side room. One young man stood apart from the rest, all but bouncing on his toes in nervous anticipation.

The first people to make their way into the small entry room were four large men, a pair for each of the stretchers they were carrying. They moved carefully to the side room that had been made ready for them. Entering right behind them was the young woman in the beat up EMT uniform, Lisa. She followed the stretchers into the side room without stopping to look around.

The other members of the patrol filed in, moving quickly to their loved ones waiting for them, or just going off to find a quiet corner to forget the horror that their world had become. Some of the faces were new, and they were taken to another part of the shelter where they could shower and find a place to call home among the bunks that made up the majority of the underground structure.

The young man who had been so eager just moments before all but collapsed in on him self, realizing that the face he had been eagerly anticipating was not among those who had come in.

They moved through the smoking ruins of what used to be an average American suburb. It was a small group, maybe fifteen in total, of survivors. Some of them carried personal weapons, shotguns and hunting rifles mainly, but most were unarmed, carrying little besides the clothes on their backs. As they neared a house that was still more or less intact two of the armed men broke off from the group to explore it. They were checking for other survivors of course, but were also checking for food, water, and any other useful supplies.

The sharp blast of a whistle brought the group to a halt, looking over their shoulders towards the house the two explorers had entered.

“We’ve got a couple of live ones in here,” the larger of the two shouted down to the group, “one of them is in pretty bad shape though.”

Two more people split off from the group and headed towards the house. One, a young woman, was wearing the dirty remnants of an EMT uniform, and carried a satchel strapped across her back.

“What do we have Mark?” the young woman asked.

“Male, early twenties with some pretty bad stab wounds.” Mark told her, his face expressionless, “Female, about twenty, she’s been beat up something awful, but otherwise seems to be ok.”

“Sounds like looters got to them, show me where they are.” the young woman said in a tone full of weariness, and maybe a little contempt for those that would do this to their fellow humans.

“Sure Lisa.” Mark replied, heading back into the house.

Mark quickly lead them through the small house to the bedroom where the injured couple were. They were both unconscious, she on the bed while he was propped up against the wall in a sitting position. They had obviously been here for a while, based on the dried blood the attack more than a few hours old. In fact with the amount of blood he had lost Lisa wasn’t sure how the man was still alive.

Lisa went to work, first checking the vital signs of the young man. He was in fact still alive, though barely. A quick check of his injuries was all Lisa needed to see to know that she wouldn’t be able to save him. After that she moved on to the girl. Mark was correct about one thing, she had been beaten pretty badly. Several broken bones, maybe some internal bleeding, but with the right care should likely make a full recovery.

Every generation has at least one event that they carry with them for their entire lives. For some it is something inspiring like walking on the Moon. For my generation it was seeing the first genetically engineered soldiers taking the battlefield. That was two years ago, and things have only gone down hill since then.

They took the field without the usual battle armor of the modern soldier, showing off the unique skin traits. Their skin sparkled in the morning the light, like it had been dusted with light coating of gem dust. Despite this, their skin wasn’t rock hard, though it was harder that a normal human’s. They were tall, and lithe – having what some would describe as a swimmer’s physice.

They excelled over humans in almost every way. They were stronger, and faster. They healed quicker. They were even more intelligent than the average human. They were designed to be the best soldiers though, so this also meant that they had little in the way of independent thought, putting the survival of the unit over themselves constantly.

Terrorists, that’s another stand out of my generation. Though various groups had been active across the world for the last couple of decades, ever since September 11th, 2001 they had become more brazen. There were attacks almost every week in the less civilized parts of the world, and even the more civilized areas saw fairly regular attacks.

It was late in March 2010 when a group of fundamentalists took control of the Romanian European Union headquarters. The Romanian government used this event as an excuse to show off their secret weapon, a squad of twelve genetically engineered super soldiers. They had been developed in secret over fifteen years earlier, and had under gone extensive military training.

With their training, and their exceptional natural abilities, they made quick work of the terrorists. Though out numbered three to one, they had eliminated all of the terrorists, without any civilian casualties, in less than ten minutes.

The scene of the soldiers escorting the government workers out of the building was broadcast live by every news organization the world over, and just like that everything in our world changed in an instant. If a small European nation like Romania could field a squad of genetically engineered soldiers, what could a country like the United States, Russia, or China put on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, we would all know the answer to that question soon enough.