That black mass was insect-like with six legs or arms or whatever as well as several antenna-like strands. It was slimy, gross, and nearly as large as a Volkswagen.
'What the Hell is that?'
She did not take her eyes off of the dead creature as she explained, 'It’s a type of parasite. Sort of latches on to something and takes over, like driving a car.'
'Oh.'
There was more. She hesitated to tell him. Not due to fear of him; last night had chased that away. No, she hesitated for another reason. Indeed, she looked worried.
'What? What is it?'
'These things…Trevor, I think they come from wherever it is Voggoth comes from.'
She let that sink in. He saw the picture painted by what had just happened.
'It was sent to stop us. Maybe Snowe filled in Voggoth that we were on the run.'
She corrected, 'It was after you. Like, I’m of no consequence. Voggoth must have a pretty good idea where you’re headed, and he sure doesn’t want you getting there, you know?'
Even in the bright sun of a fresh new morning the abandoned Chaktaw city took on a new feel of danger. If Voggoth had targeted him…personally targeted him…
'We’d better get going,' he said.
They spent the next hour moving carefully across the metropolis passing sagging buildings, decayed parks, and empty homes. Along the way, they shot two ghouls and avoided a swarm of Land Jellyfish but otherwise made it to the far side unscathed.
Eventually, they left the city, stepping over bones and messy biological piles as they walked northeast with the river to their right. They still had a long way to go before they reached their destination, but the city had been a turning point in their understanding, a turning point in their humanity. Truth had a way of doing that.
Trevor Stone and Major Nina Forest continued their journey across the ruined landscape of an alien Earth, and left behind the ghosts of the haunted city.
28. One Moment
After leaving behind the massive city in the valley, Trevor and Nina followed Jaff’s directions and veered in a more easterly direction. They spent the morning working their way through foothills and avoiding the steeper mountains.
After a trio of Mutants interrupted lunch, the travelers pushed on, passing a mountainside village and then the ruins of a walled compound, both of which were waypoints provided by Jaff.
Early that evening, they arrived at the meeting place.
In contrast to the cities, villages, and valleys they saw along the way, the final destination lacked flair or intrigue. Jaff, it seemed, had directed them to a quarter-mile long crater, blasted or dug in a plain so dull and lifeless it nearly qualified as 'wasteland'.
For some reason, nature had seen fit to drop this open and dusty void in the middle of what Trevor expected to be the rolling hills of upstate New York. Perhaps a catastrophe-natural or otherwise-had robbed this stretch of its fertility.
Off in the distance, he saw the continuation of the mountains, but their journey had come to an end, at least for the time being.
'Do you think that Chaktaw lied to us?' She asked as they worked their way down the rocky western edge of the huge hole.
'We’ll know if Fromm doesn't show up in a day or two. For now, we need to find somewhere to hold up. The sun will be down soon.'
'And if he shows up you-' she stumbled on a patch of dusty gravel. Trevor grabbed her arm and steadied her. She then finished, 'You have something to give him? To tell him?'
'You're not in much of a position to ask questions,' he said with a little spice of anger minced with his words. 'Put it this way. Let's just hope Fromm is a reasonable guy. If he's smarter than I have been the past few months, we might have a chance of staying alive.' Trevor then pointed toward an opening mixed among the jagged rocks, boulders, and sharp ledges of the ravine's wall. 'There, look.'
Not just one opening, but several, most with collapsed entrances, however. As they approached, they found a smooth, almost ramp-like path.
'Must have been an outpost,' she said as they both spotted additional paths at various spots around the gully.
'Looks more like some kind of shelter to me,' he said. 'Probably a place they retreated to when the invasion began.'
'To hide from us,' she admitted. 'And the others.'
'You know, that’s another thing I don’t get. Why is it the organized armies fight each other? Wouldn’t you do better to team up?'
Stone remembered on his world when three of the invading forces had combined to try and assault his fledgling community. The result had been the Battle of Five Armies.
'For the most part, we've stayed out of each other's way, except for a few skirmishes here and there over resources.'
'Except,' Trevor corrected, 'When you teamed up to attack the home world’s army.'
'Yes. That happened a few times. Once in a while we got word to send out a force here or there to hit the Chaktaw and to expect support from Geryon air ships or maybe Duass artillery.'
'You’re being used, Nina. Your entire race. All the races here, I guess. Some one wants you fighting each other and the only time that some one is willing to have you make peace is when it’s to get at the Chaktaw. The guys who own this planet. The same way it is on my Earth. Didn’t your leaders-your Trevor, The Committee-didn't they ever wonder why?'
'I told you how most of us got here. It's easy to judge now, but you weren't around when people were starving after the civil wars, or homeless, or lost everyone. You didn't hear-' she stopped, considered the irony of what she had to say, then went on, 'You didn't hear our Trevor Stone promise a new world, a chance at glory, a chance to start over.'
Trevor thought about that. He did not require his bank of genetic memories to recall a destitute Germany in the 1930s falling sway to promises of a new world, of glory. Of course, he also realized what role that meant he played.
'They lied to you, Nina. The universe is moving you around like pawns.'
Either she felt berated into silence or stifled the urge to argue, but whatever the reason she said no more for some time, following him around quietly as they examined the caves in search of a home for the night.
Eventually they found one that fit their needs. From the outside, the pile of rocks covering the entrance made it appear to be something of a talus cave, but inside they found a well-sculpted cavern that seemed more sandstone, albeit not of natural creation. Regardless, a solitary Chem Lantern lit and heated the sphere-like cavern. They unrolled their sleeping bags and stowed weapons and rations in separate corners.
Nina mixed two chemical compounds on a small flat plate. The plate sizzled for several minutes allowing them time enough to heat a couple of meat tubes. Trevor sarcastically told her that on his Earth they called them 'hot dogs.'
Nina replied, 'On my world we call them franks.'
The two paused for three seconds then burst into a fit of laughter.
After dinner, Trevor asked to hear more about Sirius. She took his hand and led him outside. There were no clouds overhead. The stars shined bright, one most of all.
'There…look…see the blue-white star just next to the three ones…yeah, there.'
It was bright and beautiful, glittering like a precious jewel. As he gazed at the shimmering flicker he felt a shiver, probably from the cool breeze blowing over the crater’s rim but possibly from the realization that he looked upon mankind’s first home.
