Charnel House Earth: The Death Of Humanity, Chapter 11: What Horrors Lay Beyond Our Vision

I’d had no trouble getting in and back out of the alien ship. I’d had no problem placing the bugs where they could view all that went on. I’d had no problem making the rendez vous on time.

The new video surveillance was riding the same relays as the rest. That meant that I had no relays to set up. No stops to make.

I had not been worried. I knew the vents in and out of the ship like the back of my hand. I knew the aliens’ habits.

I also knew how not to get caught. But then, the aliens could not sense me. I did not exist to the aliens.

I had also sensed that their slaves could not sense me either. Not once had a captive enslaved politician looked up where I was. Not once had an infected captive looked where I hid.

I had the advantage. If I did not exist, they could not combat me. They could not track me.

Not so much with my contacts. Or my drivers. They had to remain far enough away that the aliens could not sense them.

This made my trek to the rendez vous sites long and hazardous. Not because of the aliens, but because of the animals left without owners. And the wildlife that had already existed.

I killed any alien scout I caught away from the ship. I killed any slave I found wandering out of their zone. I took samples from both.

I hoped that the aliens would never find the bugs. They didn’t need to know that we had been spying on them. Nor did they need to know that we had stolen some of their weapons.

If they found any of those things, we were good as dead. As it was, we had no allies. Our hopes of defeating them was almost nil.


Screaming filled the briefing room as we watched, for the first time, how the aliens created their mindless slaves. We watched as the acolyte was strapped to a surgical table, begging for mercy from the alien they saw as an emissary of their God. To our horror, we watched as the subject was not anesthetized before their face was carved from their skull and the frontal pieces of the skull was surgically formed in a dish shape within the now open skull. we watched as they encased the victim’s brain in a shell where we were sure a mass of probes puncture it so that drugs could be pumped in freely to create a zombie.

This brain casing was slipped into a hole in the back of the face-shaped monitor as it was slipped into the fleshy pocket that had been made for it. When the procedure was complete, the monitor came on and the victim’s face appeared, eyes now blank and empty.

“Ho-ly shit!” The general exclaimed. “That was the sickest thing I have ever witnessed and I have seen a lot of sick shit!”

“What we do know,” one of the scientists began, “is that the brain casing is designed to clip the spinal cord if the monitor is removed. we also know that the casing includes a built into it so that nothing is left intact. We assume that this is to prevent any data important to the aliens and their operation from being retrieved.”

“In other words,” the general nodded, “they destroy the black box rather than risk whatever it has recorded from being downloaded.”

“Precisely,” the scientist averred, “which would make it almost impossible to capture one of these slaves to download any information.”

“There is no hidden releases that we are overlooking?” The general pressed.

“We have been unsuccessful at capturing one to find out,” the scientist responded, “the last one detonated itself.”

“We better figure something out soon,” The general scowled, “because the aliens are building for war.”

“Perhaps,” The scientist replied, “more surveillance will reveal some of the answers to some of the questions we have.”

“Better be soon,” the general warned, “because once the battle begins it’ll be too late.”


“We’re not sending you out for a while,” The general stated, “we’re gonna let you lay low. Don’t need to unnecessarily run the risk of you getting caught.”

“I understand,” I nodded.

“Do you?” He flashed me a look of bewilderment. “Or are you just agreeing with me?”

“A little of both, sir,” I smiled slyly, “I understand that I run the risk of discovery every time I go in. I understand that my discovery would lead to my capture. It is what keeps me so cautious when I go in.”

“the assassination of the aliens guarding your last insertion point put you close to discovery. I understand that it was a necessary risk, but you cut it a bit close.”

“I’m sorry about that, sir,” I apologized, “it won’t happen again.”

“The problem is that you cannot prevent the inevitability of having to destroy or assassinate,” he sat back, “but we can pull you back and hide you for a while. We know that, though you have the advantage, that doesn’t mean that the aliens won’t soon find a way to sense you.”

“True,” I nodded, “I am well aware of that.”

And well you should be,” He averred, “if you dod not, you would become reckless. A liability.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” I smiled knowingly, “would we, sir?”

“No we would not,” He agreed, “not where you are concerned. You know the most about operations here. After all, you were integral in their formation.”

“Here’s hoping that the aliens remain clueless,” I stated, “until it is too late.”

“Agreed,” he nodded, “though I sincerely hope that they never get a clue at all.”

“Same here,” I admitted, “I want to destroy them before they have a chance to gain too much of a foothold here.”

“You and I both, soldier,” he chuckled, “you and I both.”

“I’ll head to barracks now,” I began, “if we are done.”

“I’m finished,” he smiled, “you’re dismissed.”