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Havoc is a short story that follows two main characters amidst an alien invasion. Taking the perspective of the characters, the reader is thrown into the mix of confusion and desperation that inhabits the world of Havoc. How do you survive a brutal alien invasion? Furthermore, what has brought the hostile race to our planet? Not everything is as it seems in this Novelette by James Dubose.
device. Surprised, Dunbar begins examining it. Suddenly a second set of spikes slam out of the ends of the device, penetrating Dunbar’s fingertips. A burst of the green mist from the other exposed spikes, Dunbar startlingly drops it and kicks it off the deck. “Did it get you?” Charles asks. “Yeah…” Dunbar replies, looking at his bleeding fingertips. “So, what does that mean? Are we infected now?” “I don’t know.-” Dunbar exhales a shaken breath. “-Guess we’ll know in a little bit.” They
find Shela. Once inside the barriers of the city, a deafening calm sets in. Abandoned vehicles litter the streets, bleeding, soot-covered survivors run for their lives. “These streets are un-navigable.” Charles sets out on foot. Turning a corner, now the noise sets in. A tall, slender figure holds a man up in the air, its slender, claw-like fingers and bony hands plunged through the man’s torso. “Dear God.” The creature rips the man in half. Charles is stunned, gazing in disbelief at what
goes by that I don’t relive that moment in my mind! Wondering why it was her and NOT ME!.. I tried to stay hopeful, optimistic about us overcoming this, but… it’s just too much.” Jack grabs Charles around the sides of his face “Charles… Look at me!.. I need you to take all this pain, all the hurt, and bury it; deep inside yourself, because if you don’t, there is no way we’re going to survive this. Okay?” Charles nods yes and tries to calm himself. “Now, we need to get to that bunker. We need
exterior. He takes the envelope and wedges it into the door-jam. Turning around, Charles is surprised when he sees the woman from earlier still there. “Why didn’t you stay with the group?” He asks. “Everyone was leaving, it just didn’t seem right to leave you here alone.” She replies. “Thanks... I‘m sorry, I didn‘t get your name?” “I’m Sara. You?” “Charles.” “Well, Charles, I’m guessing if it wasn’t for you we all would have died in that room down there… Thank you.” The envelope
penthouse bursts open with a flood of infected victims. The stranger turns and begins firing into them, taking a few down, but there’s too many. The horde rushes him, biting and tearing into his flesh. Jack crawls to the bathroom, carefully closing the door, and slides into the bathtub, plugging his ears as the force of the horde pushes the screaming man through the empty slot where the plate-glass pane had once existed. Out and over the balcony rail, the horde blindly follows the man’s agonizing