The Fall Of Demeter: Part Six

TO: Demeter Crew (Demeter.Command.mil@spaceforce.mil

FROM: lsfqibvpibv (CORRUPTED)

SUBJECT: Passenger Head Count

DATE: 02 FEB 2235

TIME: 15:19 Earth Time (U.S.) (EST)

***VOICE TO TEXT***

Bring my Annie to the Officer’s Mess at exactly 1600 hours, or I promise you, the worst dreams you ever had will revisit you – a thousand times.

***TRANSMITTED***

TO: Captain William Dubois (wdubois.nau.mil@spaceforce.mil)

FROM: Commander Paul Reynolds (Paulreynolds1.mil@spaceforce.mil)

SUBJECT: Passenger Head Count

DATE: 02 FEB 2235

TIME: 15:20 Earth Time (U.S.) (EST)

***VOICE TO TEXT***

Sir,

What the fuck was that?

Fuck it! It doesn’t matter. You know what does matter? Well – a few things. Vampires (if that’s what the crazy looking fucks are), zombies, werewolves, and some weird little alien looking fucks! You know why they matter, sir? Because – right when we were about to blow the hatch on the passenger deck, every motherfucking pod’s glass front exploded, and these fucking monsters just jumped out. I’m talking zombies, sir. Motherfucking zombies! And not the running kind either, the one-leg-dragging, brain-eating motherfuckers. And werewolves too. What the actual fuck? Not even getting into what the other two fucking kind were – kind of in a hurry, ya know?

Anyway, sir.

Those crazy fucks came right at us. Sanchez blew the door (you were right about him) and we just managed to get out before becoming mid-day snack for a bunch of monsters that looked like they were rescued from a dollar store. I’m serious, sir…there’s just something not right about these fuckers.

We managed to seal the deck above the passenger level, and we’re on our way back up to the bridge. I’ll fill you in more when I get there.

Sir, as I said before. The charges are set. I say, let’s blow these fucktards into the vacuum and boogie on outta here. But that’s your call – sir – respectfully.

Commander Reynolds, out.

***TRANSMITTED***

TO: emilydublove101@globalmail.globe

FROM: Captain William Dubois (wdubois.nau.mil@spaceforce.mil)

SUBJECT: Just Listen

DATE: 02 FEB 2235

TIME: 14:35 Earth Time (U.S.) (EST:)

Hello my Love.

I must confess something to you.

I had an excursion with one of my crew (at least, I think she is). I’m not being facetious, only trying to explain what happened – within the correct context.  

One of my Sergeants (Brooke) was bound in a cocoon-like thing. I was checking on her, then her cocoon opened. She was wet, naked, and came right at me, pinning me against the wall and kissing me. I don’t know what came over me, my love. I kissed her back. Then, she bit me on the shoulder.

Nothing happened beyond that, sweetheart. I promise you. Still, I should’ve cast her toe the floor, smacked the ever-loving-shit out of her – anything but kiss her back!

I know she’s infected with… something. Something – not natural. I believe now that I am infected with the same illness. I’m going to try and hold on, baby. But I must be honest with you. I really don’t think any of us are going to make it.

I don’t really know what’s happening aboard this ship, but I know it’s evil. I cannot let that evil reach you, the kids. I just can’t do that. I know you understand. Whatever actions I will take will be history to you once you receive this transmission. Just know that I’m terribly sorry for betraying your trust – and I love you all. I’ll do what I must do to protect you.

Love always,

Will.

***TRANSMITTED***

TO: Captain William Dubois (wdubois.nau.mil@spaceforce.mil)

FROM: Commander Paul Reynolds (Paulreynolds1.mil@spaceforce.mil)

SUBJECT: Passenger Head Count

DATE: 02 FEB 2235

TIME: 15:37 Earth Time (U.S.) (EST)

***VOICE TO TEXT***

Shit! Fuck! Fuck-shit-motherfuck!

One of those things got into the air-ducts, sir! It’s the same wolf-Brooke-looking-creepy-bitch that attacked us in the Cargo Bay! She knocked loose one of the air-vents as the teams was moving between decks and pulled Carter up into the fucking shaft! After that, it was all Carter’s screams and raining blood. We’re going to have to figure out a way to get that bitch outta there.

All the lower decks are sealed off.

We should be there in about fifteen mikes.

***TRANSMITTED***

TO: Demeter Crew (Demeter.Command.mil@spaceforce.mil

FROM: lsfqibvpibv (CORRUPTED)

SUBJECT: Passenger Head Count

DATE: 02 FEB 2235

TIME: 15:45 Earth Time (U.S.) (EST)

***VOICE TO TEXT***

Blocking the doorway will not stop what’s to come. If you don’t bring my love, I’ll show you horrors that’ll make your nightmares scream for their mothers. I’ve trampled nations, deceived Gods, and watched mine own brother tortured and murdered. Deceive me, and it will be you who gets the rod.

Fifteen minutes more. Then the world, as you believe it is, shall vanish. Then you’ll experience my existence – the hell of reality. I’ve died – every three days, for more than two thousand and two hundred years. I will give you the same gift if you choose that fate.

Iscariot … is king.

***TRANSMITTED***

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