The World Just Ends
My old man had a saying, ‘You don’t die, the world just ends.’ Two minutes later, a Mech put a bullet through his chest.
Since the invasion and with so many dead, it’s hard not to see any other way. So many bodies. So many dead. And for those of us ‘lucky’ enough to still be around, it’s hard not to look upon ones own life as anything but a curse.
They found Tom Mason today.
Right there in the middle of a fire-fight, Lazarus came forth. The info is still a bit dodgy, but the story is that Ben, Mason’s half breed son, shot his own father. Hal said Ben was shooting at a Skitter, but ‘accidentally’ hit his dad. Ya right. They way I see it? Tom Mason was about to take out a Cootie, and that half breed skitter-boy of his saw the opportunity, took aim at his old man… and pulled the trigger.
It was touch and go there for a while, but Dr. Glass managed to stitch him up. After that, it wasn’t long before they were handing out lolly pops, cookies and goody goody gum drops. The chosen one, Tom Mason… Savior of the 2nd Mass, has returned.
Now, is it me? Or has the entire 2nd Mass started huffing anti-freeze? How is it possible that you can wipe out 99% of the worlds population, and yet the last 1% still has it’s head up it’s a**.
This man, Tom Mason, is going to get us all killed. In the past, I’ve had my issues with Mason, it’s true. But this… this, is a whole different game. A man, with a half breed skitter kid, walks onto an alien ship, only to return 3 months later… and not even bring a pizza? No “I spent 3 months aboard an alien mother ship, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.”?
Well, I call foul. And I’ve made my feelings known. This certainly didn’t make Weaver very happy, but it was only a matter of days before my suspicions came true. So, allow me to be the first to say, “Told you so.”
They found some kind of circuit board in Toms head. Some kind of alien i-Phone with wires and antennas. Rumors spread quick around here and people are finally starting to ask some questions. Not that Captain Weaver gives a damn. He’s wrapped as tight around Tom’s little finger as that hot little doctor is. As for the rest of us… the 2nd Mass? Well, I’d say we’re exactly that. Second. And all the while, Professor ‘Low Jack’ is walking around like he just got back from Cancun.
Well, I’ve had enough. I’m truly beginning to tire of these people. I don’t expect to live out the year, but I’m in no race to shave time. In a nut shell, I’m starting to think that the 2nd Massachusetts may just turn out to be the very thing that gets me killed.