Not my best work or anything. I feel I need to write more dialogue in my stories.



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We had tacos



We had tacos that day. The day the meteorite struck earth. Me and my family was on the other side of earth but we still felt it like an earth quake. Soon the sky had turned a brownish gray. They said this is what killed the dinosaurs. But that is only part of it.
I was a member of the team sent out to excavate the impact site. My job was to capture everything on video. I had no idea why the government wanted something as dull as an excavation to be recorded. Maybe for the historical value.

We traveled by plane and got there a day after the team had been assembled. It had been three days since the impact. People had gathered around the impact site but few had dared go into it. It was a most peculiar thing to behold, the crater stretched for a kilometer in every direction, but the meteorite itself was intact. It was gray with a slight yellow tint to it. It had a few bumps but looked like it had originaly been a perfect sphere.
When we arrived at the crash site I decided that doctor Stephen Davids was the man I'd follow for the first day. He seemed to have many interesting things to talk about, ammongst them, theories on what this meteorite was, based on witness accounts that had been sent to us during the trip.
The first thing he did was walk up to it to get a good look of it. It was quite big and the surface seemed almost organic. He put his palm on it, it was smooth with no sharp pieces anywhere. He knocked on it lightly with his knuckles. He said it was solid as a rock, but he well knew that no rock that we knew of would stay intact after such an impact.

He called for the men operating the diamond drill, nothing else was expected to be able to break it. They set it up and started drilling. It went slow, very slow, but it was penetrating the rock. I noticed that what came out of the hole looked more like wooden shavings rather than the dust it was expected to look like, so I made sure to get some video of that. While the hours passed by, I went and interviewed all the people involved in the operation. Most of them were completely puzzled by why they were even sent here. There were scientists, archaeologists and even some military personnel.
It took nearly six hours before the drill personel finaly reached a hollow space in the rock. They called for everyone to come before they started pulling out the drill. The opening they had drilled couldnt be more than a few centimeters but must have been a meter deep.
One of the archaeologists put his face near the opening while also trying to shine some light into it with a small flashlight. From where I stood I couldn't get a good look of what was happening, but it didnt bother me, I'd just interview the people involved afterwards.

But after just a few seconds passed I heard a sceam. It came from the man who had examined the drilled opening. He laid on the ground holding his hands on his face. He was clearly in great pain but no one knew why.
Suddenly thousands of small creatures started crawling out of the hole. They didn't look like bugs but they did move like them. They were black with a hint of purple. And a few ones were brown.
Most of them crawled up on the man that laid on the grown and bit or stung him to death, I'm not exactly sure what they did to him. But he quickly stopped struggling. People were in a panick but I wanted to catch some of this on video so I stayed and filmed all I could see. The bugs had no interest in following anyone and just climbed back up into the hole.
I ran back to the base set up at the edge of the crater to try and explain what the bugs had done. They didn't appear to have any interest in leaving their nest. But when I got there the whole place was in chaos, people running here and there. Heated arguments and The leader of the operation was on on the phone screaming like crazy. I was afraid of what he was saying. And my worst fears were true. He had called in an air strike to take out the giant nest. I don't know what kind of bomb they dropped on it, but even though I was at the edge of the crater the heat of the explosion made my hair curl itself.

But the giant rock nest was still there, it slowly broke into pieces and the bugs came crawling out of it. Some sort of queen or whatever else was controlling them must have died in the blast because they didnt move with the coordination that they did the last time, they were as chaotic as the people were.
They spread out over the whole crater, their number seemed infinite, more came out of the nest constantly.
Everyone ran for their lives. I got pushed and dropped the camera, it was crushed below running feet, the same thing happened to some of the people who were unluky enough not to react in time. I ran in another direction, not straight away from the crater like the others, but the path was much more open. I ran all day but I could alway hear people screaming in the distance no matter how far away I got. I had never been in this country before, I didn't know the roads and I didn't know the language. I may as well have been on another planet.
I was far away from any cities by now. I was alone in the wilderness and I at long last didnt hear any sounds to upset me. I decided that I could finally relax for a moment. I sat up against a tree and looked at the setting sun for a while. Then I fell asleep. In my dreams I dreamed a dream of a world in which there was no bugs, no clouds in the sky and no meteorite. It was a pleasant dream, I didn't want to wake up. But I did, and to my horror, the bugs were crawling all over me. My heart jumped but I did not.
I lied perfectly still hoping that they would not harm me if they didn't think of me as a threat.

Ive been sitting here for two days now. They don't seem to have an end to them. I remember the day it begun clearly. We had tacos.




Written by Bo
01-24-2010 - 01-25-2010