This is part twenty six of a series of images followed by stories that follow Warren, a human. And Alice, a Tordenchi. As they both survive during the Rynar's invasion of earth.

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"-eard, Rockhill's lost. Caravan moving Nor-... -, Out."

That's it! I scrambled to grab a piece of paper, though as my eyes struggled to search, I reached up and tore a map from the wall. Grabbing a red sharpie, I quickly began scribbling whatever notes I could on the back. Soon another voice came on the radio, signaling himself differently.

"This is HUB, all units, be advised, Alien Bn is moving north, sixteen hostiles. Full-quieting is required soon. Over."

It felt good to hear another human voice as I scribbled down more, able to forget what was waiting outside briefly. As I keyed up on the mic, their voices abruptly stopped. I adjusted my dials before keying again.

"Break-break. HUB, this is R-Shack, lone survivor of Eastern AAF. Am I on a rubber duck? Over."

I snickered, enjoying the radio-talk lingo. Soon the first voice was back for a moment.

"R-shack, this is HUB. Roger that R-Shack, picket-fence is pretty hard. Over."

Nodding, I wrote down 'Zeta Mobile' and 'Hub' on my notes. After waiting a few seconds, I grinned as the second voice returned the call.

"HUB, This is R-Shack. Copy that, over."

The more static radio signal came in a moment later.

"HUB, this is Zeta-Mobile, On mobile, requiring an unkey as we move, Over and out."

"This is HUB, copy Zeta-Mobile, HUB net in seven hours, over and out."

There was a pause before the voice keyed again.

"R-Shack, this is HUB. One survivor? Over."

Keying in a moment later, I was almost too enthusiastic.

"HUB, this is R-shack. Roger, just me from the AAF; aliens roughed us up good. Over."

I grunted as I keyed off, remembering the plasma flash searing through my allied flyer. Sighing, I perked up only when the voice spoke again.

"R-Shack, this is HUB. Copy that. What is your Location? Over."

I bit my lip, turning my map around before trailing my fingers across the various streets. It took me several minutes to find my bearings, but seeing the road I was on, I keyed back up.

"HUB, This is R-Shack; my location is east from 18. Ranger shack just off Barret road. Over."

I rechecked my location while waiting for a response, and after several long seconds, I finally received another signal.

"R-Shack, this is HUB. Do you have an HT? Over.

Glancing around for any smaller radio, I sighed and keyed up.

"HUB, this is R-Shack. Negative HUB, working off a boat anchor here. Over."

"R-Shack, this is HUB. Copy R-Shack, will relay to Zeta-Mobile during net hours, break. Giving course now, R-Shack, you will meet with Zeta-Mobile and then travel north towards HUB. Over."

The transmission continued, and I followed the best I could. Now focusing on the map, I drew down the line for what roads I'll need to follow.

"Hub, this is R-Shack. Copy, will meet with Zeta-Mobile on Charley Road tomorrow."

I sighed, smiling as I checked over my map. I'm no artist, but it's usable...

"R-Shack, this is HUB. Stay safe out there; word on the waves says new aliens are being seen. Dogs, cats, hell, and even some giant birds. Over and out."

As I went to sign off, there was a squeaking sound outside. I glanced out the window just in time to see the giant snap a hand down to its leg. The thing cried out and abruptly dropped the pole.


I had got what I needed at least so the timing was perfect; just hope no one else needed to use the radio. All that was left was a matter of trying to lose this thing since leading it to the convoy wouldn't end well for the rest of them.

With the map in hand, I hobbled over to the window, I’d have to play it cool till I could get to the truck. Maybe then I could outrun it and be on my way, easy enough with its leg by the looks of it.

But until then, I need to pretend I trust this giant... Thing.