I poke at the fire. Deep red and orange embers spit flames skyward. As the flames grow thinner, the realization of more wood needs found.
“Damn it! I should have did this before it got dark.” I see my heat source dwindling before my eyes.
Dawn is several hours away. My camp hid well with a pine grove. I must venture forth to where the wild things roam. My way guided by the worst flashlight ever and the pale glow of Eris.
The Moon has long turned in for the night. The false silver light of Moon2 as it was called during its building. Mankind’s solution to energy build a second Moon. The crazy light show on its surface was beautiful until they told us it was pieces breaking off and streaming back to Earth.
My third spark has sailed overhead. They tell us it’s just normal. No one has ever been hit by one of these pieces.
“Who the hell would know I was hit it here?” I keep eyes open for anything out here. We used to worry about coyotes and bears.
This is the last crumb of avoiding civilization. The government will covert this to receiving station for that damn Eris. The greater good. So we at told.
I leave my little corner for an arm full of wood. Just enough to keep warm. Just enough to give me the peace of wilderness. The woods have been cleaned of anything bigger than a twig.
A light flashes in green behind me. A wave of heat. A sound like an exploding building. My legs feel the ground shudder.
My vantage point is sparse trees in an island against open darkness. I can see light from something below a ridge I was unaware of before. Mechanical sounds whirl. Static and broke words burst forth. None are clear. I search for a path to get me closer.
A lonely motor winds. I hear treads click and blacking. Voices rise but never clear the commotion.
I walk through scrub oaks. I snap an occasional branch. I was walking by rolling feet to not annouce my presence. A half mile hike takes less time when you stop breathing from fear of being heard.
“Billy! The cage. We need the cage out here now! They’re coming in from North in 130 seconds.” The deep voice crawls through the still night.
My eyes reach the edge. A pit that collapsed to reveal gated under ground. Two cages ten feet tall with twice the length and width gleem in low light. In one corner, a small grey man tends to something inside.
A green glow blinds me. Whispers of wind spill on to me.
“They’re real! Oh shit….They are real!” I try to stay quiet. The scaly hand on my shoulder tells me I wasn’t quiet enough.
“Billy! We got a peeper!” The thing attached yells out.
The small grey man looks up suddenly. He walks over to see my body hanging in the air. His tall friend keeping me off the ground by hanging me like a towel.
“Put him on with the others. We need to get these humans off our planet. I told you they hid like rats. They know it’s illegal but they still come out here.”