Mama Kat Thursday: The Final Report
The Mama Kat prompt I chose today is to write a post using the word: final.
For this one, I turned to my collection of writers prompts in Pinterest: "the last entry of an explorers journal" and thus this short fiction was born:
The Final Report
by b.nickerson.
Allen turned
on the logbook and rapidly began tapping keys, composing his final
report, quite certain he would not survive the night.
“Of the
seven of us, I alone am left,” he typed, then paused to reflect on
events since they landed on this planet.Ethan had been the first
to disappear. Right after they landed and were hacking their way
through thick jungle. Ethan had been in the rear, but then suddenly
he wasn't there at all---and they hadn't heard a sound. They called
for him and scanned around, but nothing. The Ship wasn't due back for
four days to pick them up, so the Captain ordered they proceed. They
had survey mission to complete. They found a suitable clearing at the
base of a sheer red cliff and set up camp and perimeter alarms.
Then, the next morning, they split up into three 2-man teams to
to do preliminary scans for mineral deposits. The plan was to scan
for 2 hours, then rendezvous back at camp.
Only two
teams returned: himself and the Captain and Oliver and George.
Mickey and Clyde never did.
They grabbed
meal bars and ate, everyone on edge. The Captain ordered they all
four stay together to do the soil specimen collecting; two on guard
while the other two worked. Afterwards, they returned to camp
without further incident, though they all had an unnerving sense of
being watched.
In the morning, they discovered George was missing.
Oliver said he thought he'd gotten up to go to the privy, which was
set up at the outer-edge of camp.
The Captain
swore and forbade any further night trips to the privy. They checked
the perimeter alarms, which should've gone off and didn't, but no
life form signs were registered.
Now they were
down to just three, but soil specimens still needed collecting from
other areas. So Allen and Oliver stood guard while the Captain did
the collecting. They returned to came without incident.
They night
the sounds started. Eerie, haunting, unnatural sounds somewhere
between a baby's cry and a dog's howl. They at huddled together in
the center of the shelter, gripping their weapons, wide away all
night listening to the sounds.
The Captain
decided it was important to determine what sort of creature they were
up against, since the Company would want to know that if the mineral
tests proved promising. So, he took Oliver, weapons and thermal
sensors to try and locate the beasties.
They never
came back.
Allen was
alone and it was his duty now to upload the log to the orbital beacon
for the Ship to collect when it returned. Such beacons were always
left at a survey location because it was hazardous duty.
“An unknown
native entity has killed all the Survey Team, except myself,” Allen
quickly typed, “And without extreme intervention to eliminate this
dangerous life-form, mining here should not be attempted. Do not send
another Team.”
Then Allen
clicked the “send” button. That done, he clutched his weapon in
the darkness of the shelter, waiting.
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Seriously, I enjoyed this!
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