The mist cleared, and I felt the chill of the early morning on the back of my neck. The great battle between us, and the Sacraton has ended. I look up, and see the intruders’ crafts race away, back to their planet. I look out at the fields, they’re covered with the dead bodies of all.
Our problem with the invaders, called the Sacraton, started about 20 decades ago. It’s been going on sense before I was born, and now, it was over. We, the humans of earth, have finally won the interstellar war. No one is really sure how, or why it started, but we do know once we were friends with the Sacraton.
I found myself wondering if it was really over. It can’t be, can it? After all that blood shed, could it really be the end? I know that there was an agreement to have one last battle to decide who would rule Earth after the 200 years of ping-pong governments. I’ve lived in a world rampaged by war all my life. So what now?
The sound of a scavenger tribe devouring flesh came to my ears. I crouched low in the tall grass I was in, and covered my wound to try stop the bleeding. Scanning the field of battle I spot them. Three men, four woman, and two children. I can’t take them all on despite my longing to teach the cannibals a lesson. They’ve fed on the remains of soldiers for far to long.
My hand fell on top of my last grenade. An evil smile crosses my face. Slowly removing the precious cargo from it’s holster on my belt, I raise it to my lips, and carefully plan my timing. The blow would ruin the bodies of both sides that were lying there, I can’t do that….My eyes fall upon the tree behind the cannibals. That would do. It would scare them off thinking that there was a force coming.
My teeth close on the cold metal of the pin, and into action I went. Fluidly I throw the mini-bomb, and the plan works. The tree falls on the half-devoured carcass of a Sacraton. He was a worthy opponent. It doesn’t matter if it fell on him, he wasn’t exactly intact anyways. The scavenger tribe took off at the speed of lightning. A triumphant smile spreads across my muddy face. I sit back, and wait for a patrol to find me.