The Invaders

Berlijn Plantation, Commewijne, Suriname. Public domain photo by Brokopondo.

“They came from over there.”

“Where exactly?”

That gate there, across the river.”

Vuzoor squinted at the structure, a mere brickwork frame crowned with a wooden pediment. “You sure?”

Paaie sighed and rested her optical field device upon the grass, pushed her upper torso off the ground and glared at him. “Of course I’m sure. It was that bloody gate they came through.”

Vuzoor looked at her, clicked his jaw before directing his gaze back to the portal. “More of them huh? Just what we need. The pens are full already, and they keep trying to escape.”

“Well of course they would, this is their planet after all.”

“What I don’t get is where they all keep coming from. You’d think we’d have found all their bunkers and compounds by now. They’ve infested the place and burrowed into every nook and cranny. The harder we push them…”


“Damned humans.”


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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