Posted by Clemstra on October 17, 2004 at 15:50:21:
Copyright 2003 Clemstra
C D Day - by Clemstra
It was the big battle, the deciding one. The New USA had freed the
Eastern Seaboard, then the Midwest, Most of the North, now the big
one awaited. It was their generation's D Day, it was the Battle of
the Continental Divide. This was where the New World Order had
thrown everything it had. This was where the New USA came to meet
and drive them back, reclaiming all of Colorado. After that Arizona,
New Mexico and Texas would be liberated. To the West, General Marva
Chan had set California, Washington and Oregon free. To the north
one of the New USA"s few male general's, Eric Straud had freed
Nebraska, then Wyoming and was advancing into Montana. The final
assault would be what was left of the so called New World Order, only
Nevada and Utah would remain. Under the command of General Marion
Faye in Colorado, they came to see the death trap that would await
many of them.
500,000 women, all donor women, one of the new evolution's in
response to the year of terror. The year when terrorists, racial and
religious bigots had released virus's, bacteria, bombs of deadly
toxins, changing the world forever.
200,000 troops had been sent to the south and the north to mop up
after the battle at the divide. Some claimed general Faye was being
reckless. Those under her knew she was being pragmatic.
Donor's, Some said it was only an old, recessive gene type come back
to the human race, along with the vampires or creatures of darkness
symbiotic with them. They said Donor women were like the warrior
ants of the human race. They could regenerate, required far less
food, benefited from getting rid of energy, blood, etc. That
wouldn't help most of them at the Battle of the Continental Divide.
Even a donor's metabolism can take only so much in a short time.
They knew this, the so called New World Order knew this as well.
With General Faye's troops came men, mostly as healers, there were
some male warriors, mostly in advisory capacities. Not as many men
had survived the year of terror. Because of this, most women didn't
like seeing men endanger themselves. Most men had evolved dark, it
made them better healers, counselors, made existence for over two
thirds of the human race one of mutual need. The human race had
always been male and female, now perhaps they could see this more
then ever. Altered biologies, mutations, the so called normal human
could still be found, but they were now the minority.
The New World Order, all male now, they'd killed almost all their
women and children, raped, tortured, eaten them. They had evolved
dark, but so had a great many other men world wide. Most other men
hadn't done what the New World Order did. Those that had, were
falling, all of their death centered empires falling around the
world. This was the Third World War. In what had once been the
USA, it was coming to an end at the Continental Divide.
The New World Order had at the Continental Divide only 130,000 men.
They had however the advantage of having prepared in advance for
this battle. They had booby trapped every inch of the way down the
divide on the Eastern side, land mines of all kinds, poison gas,
nerve toxins. They had further booby trapped the bottom of the
Ravine, then set up on the opposing side behind hidden cover, and on
top of the Divide to the West. They had the greatest advantage just
in being under cover and on top to the western side. They had only
to sit back, fire, lob mortars and watch their traps kill a great
many. It's always good to have that strategic advantage, history
shows that.
The New World Order was counting on having at least 24 to 48 hours to
fall slowly back. Making the New USA forces pay dearly for every
inch of ground they took.
When your a warrior, when you volunteered for this, there was no
draft, no women was there but by her own will, what do you think
when you look down at a clear death trap?
Casualties estimates were 200,000 of the 300,000 women there.
Commander Melody Singer came up with a last minute offense, the
singer offense. Using music, tones, voices sung at just the
right frequencies, pitched to the area's that echoed in the Divide,
certain types of mines, traps and devices were located and
destroyed. Rapid fire was laid down to try to clear the way for
an advance, but it could only be done for a few hundred yards.
The wind conditions meant no air support, the New World Order had
planned well. They fired at the New USA off and on, as the advance
began.
The Singer Offense they said would save 60,000 lives that day. That
meant perhaps only 130,000 to 140,000 women would die CD Day, CD for
the Continental Divide. The first wave is always the worst to be
in, in any battle, in any war, in any time. Olivia was in the first
wave.
Olivia, she didn't know who her parents were. She had vague memories
of waking up to find her family dead. Of running out to a silent
town, a dead town. Of finding one living person, a man gone dark who
adopted her, making her his daughter. They were the only survivors
of a town of 10,000 on the plains of Kansas.
Her adopted father was a vampiric healer, he was up there now
awaiting causalities. She could guess he didn't want to see her as
one. He probably already guessed he would never see the one person
he now considered family again, at least alive.
She didn't have to come here. Her adopted father pointed that out.
She'd been at the battle of Kansas, she could have stayed, helped
rebuild. There were many other women to fight this battle, but she
had come here. It was time to fight and probably die.
The advance was silent. They marched down, trying to see booby traps
they had no way of finding, until it was to late. They advanced in
groups, all of them going down, starting all at once. The weather
was brisk, the sky blue, a Sunny October day in the Rocky Mountains.
They started hearing screams, the sounds of explosions. Carmen to
her right went down, her leg exploded from a mine. They stopped to
help and Betty fell to a jet of some type of liquid, blood flowing
from her eyes.
They waited, helped Carmen, she was regenerating her leg. Whatever
it was that had hit Betty was taking her down. She was choking, her
flesh seemed to be running together. She wasn't going to regenerate
from this, whatever this was. Betty looked at her mouthing a plea.
Olivia did the only thing she could, she took a sharp needle issued
for just such a situation or one in which you needed to die fast, as
in avoiding capture. The needle had a pain killer coating, she
rammed it through Betty's ear and into her brain. Betty went down
dead, they muttered a prayer for her soul.
They marched on, they hadn't even come half way down the Eastern
side.
Further down, an explosion took out everyone in the nearby group
except one. Donna, Olivia remembered her from Wyoming. Donna was
said to be able to see the future, she had visions. Donna was
alive, her helmet had a hole in the right side. Blood was streaming
down from the right side of her head. Olivia noticed her own helmet
had a dent, without it, she'd have been dead. Donna from the nearby
group was down, moaning, but neither Olivia, nor anyone else could
stop for her. "Hang on Donna" she yelled, "hang on for the medics."
Maybe it wasn't as bad as they had thought. Somehow Donna stood up,
staggering, she hoisted her rifle to a firing position. She
staggered on, staggered down, further down into the ravine of
the Continental Divide. Olivia's company was already ahead of
her, fast approaching the bottom.
The bottom, it would be worse then the trip down. Reaching the
bottom of the Continental Divide, Olivia and her group took one short
moment to smile at one another. Now was one of the worst parts.
They had made a safe path down for the others to follow. They set
up the transmitter and the glow device. It was getting dark now,
smoke, gas and fog obscuring much of the landscape. This would
be a clear visual, audio and radio trail for others to follow down.
This was a safe path down and part way into the ravine across.
When they did it, it would be obvious. The New World Order boys
would have a clear easy aim at them.
They'd already seen one clear trail, 200 yards to the south, a clear
tone had been sung. Commander Melody Singer's way of saying her
group had been first down and half way across when they had lit their
safe path. The enemy had rained down on them. They had no idea if
Melody Singer or anyone in her group was still alive.
It was time for Olivia's group, they'd be the second group to light a
safe path, a safe way this far in. They pushed the button and lit
it up, sent the signal that started humming a specific tone. Olivia
and the others did their best to go forward, forward into unsafe
ground. IF they stayed they'd be hit by incoming fire. Sarah went
down to a combination of a phosphorus mine with a chemical spray.
She screamed once falling dead. Olivia and the others were safe so
far. Incoming fire and shells hit near the lit safe path. Donna
still apparently alive, the only remaining member of her group lit
her safe path. She managed enough energy to jump forward running 25
feet, before falling with a scream of pain. She was down on the
ground, Olivia had no idea if Donna was dead. She had no idea if
she and her group would be alive in a few minutes.
Olivia lost the others in a haze of purple gas that choked her,
causing pain to exposed skin. Her nipples stung even through the
standard uniform, a stream of blood ran down from her left nostril.
Staggering forward, always forward her right foot went down into
some type of trap. Olivia screamed as needles trapped her ankle,
twisted and she fell. As she fell her left arm came down on a
spike. She was now down for the rest of the battle, no way to get
up on her own.
Through the haze as it briefly parted she could see Donna laying down
just to her front, only ten feet ahead of her. Donna managed to
stand, the right side of her head still bleeding from the earlier
shrapnel wound, she staggered near Olivia. They heard vast
explosions that lit up the foggy bottom of the ravine briefly. They
heard the signal for the end. Officially then at least several
groups had made their way to the top of the West side.
Officially it was almost over. "I'll get help Olivia, just hang
on." "Sure Donna, I'm not going anywhere am I?" Donna was lost
to fog. It was getting colder, so cold, how much time had passed
Olivia wondered? She noticed she wasn't regenerating, her leg and
staked hand were burning. Some experimental drug that affected donor
metabolism?
At some point she blacked out. When she came to it was snowing.
Large fluffy snowflakes. The sky was dark, the fog was gone but it
was snowing. It was much more silent, that must mean they had
taken the Continental Divide. The New World Order was routed,
retreating westward.
Cold, so cold, she hadn't been found by medics yet. The medics
might not make it in time, she was dying. The rate of falling snow
was increasing, how many of them would never be found, buried in the
snow? She started to shake, going into shock she guessed.
A dark shape slid next to her. She looked up to see a thin man,
light brown skin, yellow eyes, like a coyote she thought remembering
the Native American tales of Coyote the Trickster. He wasn't dressed
as a medic, nor a death giver/mercy killer. He touched her forehead
and Olivia stopped shaking. He lightly brushed her cheekbone with
his hand, she felt warm, the pain started to slip away.
She smiled at him "are you the angel of death?"
He smiled back, "just your local neighborhood opportunistic predator.
You know your dying right," he said?
She looked into his eyes, "yes, thank you for taking the cold
and pain away."
He smiled, "my pleasure, one more thing, you can guess why, right?"
"Your one of the so called wild ones," she answered?
He shook his head in the affirmative, "We generally feed well on
battle fields. So much death and dying, think about it, would
you prefer I left you alone?"
She thought about it, dying alone, in the cold, buried by
the snow. "No, I'd rather have company, the warmth, the release
from pain and fear."
"You know I will be eating you ," he asked?
"I understand, it won't be painful right?"
"No, I've turned off your ability to feel pain for 48 hours,
one way or the other you won't really survive that long."
He brushed her face softly with his hand, she thought she felt
something flow from his skin into her with a slightly citrus
scent. She felt suddenly calm, even happy. She smiled at
him, relaxing.
He smiled back, "why don't I remove your clothing, you won't
need it. I'll put it underneath you to make you comfy, okay?"
"Okay" she agreed.
She felt warm, happy, comfy with a soft bed of her clothing
underneath. It was so silent on the battlefield, getting more so
every minute it seemed. He smiled at her as he wrenched her left
hand free from the spike. He brushed the dirt and chemicals off her
ruined hand, then sitting down beside her, lifted her left hand to
his lips.
"Sorry to meet this way, what is your name by the way," he asked.
"Olivia" she told him.
"Well Olivia, you might like to know your forces won this one,
so you haven't died in vain."
She smiled relaxing further as she felt him start to chew
the flesh from her left pinkie finger.
"That's good, I felt I had to do this," she told him.
He finished chewing on the flesh of her pinkie and swallowed.
"I understand," he said. "You did make a difference, I just want
you to know that. It always makes a difference if you strive
for what you feel is right."
He went back to chewing on her pinkie, then the more meatier
portion, working his way up to the meat between the pinkie
and ring finger.
"Thank you," she relaxed further, she didn't mind just
lying there letting him eat her.
The cold was gone, the pain gone, she wasn't alone as she died. She
wondered if they could talk every now and then as he consumed her.
"Would you mind a little dinner conversation," she asked.
He stopped eating for a moment, swallowed, "no, I'd like that, what
would you like to talk about?"
"Well, do you think there is life after death?" Thinking
seriously she also added, "Or God or an all knowing being," she
asked?
Looking seriously at her he said, "Yes as a matter of fact.
Oh, you haven't heard? Harvard just proved the existence of
what might be termed a soul in an amoebae. Now if an amoebae
has existence outside of it's singled cell body, surely more
complex organisms must likewise have an after life."
"I hadn't heard that," she told him.
"Just announced on the BBC world news an hour ago. I love
theological discussions," he said. He hungrily started
eating the flesh of her ring finger. They enjoyed between
having and being dinner, a fine discussion on theology.
All over the battle field, his kind fed well that night. Males on
females of the New USA, and females on surprised, incredulous men of
the New World Order, all dying anyway, all welcoming their predatory
angels of death. It was as perhaps it had always been with the
human species, on every battle field, since perhaps the first battle.
One year later the Divide looked so serene. A stone pathway around
the Eastern side had names carved, filled with diamond dust. Names
of those who had died or been listed as missing, presumed dead from
the battle. People lit candles in remembrance, a man sobbed at a
name, Olivia Brown. He clutched a box of memories, photo's of a
little girl. All he had left to remember his adopted daughter. All
around him others were mourning, remembering. Some women who
survived wondered if they hadn't left a part of themselves down
there, down in the ravine of the Continental Divide.