by J. Thorn
Invasion
War For Earth Book Two
J. Thorn
Zach Bohannon
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Encounter: War For Earth Book 3
About J. Thorn
About Zach Bohannon
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1
Reno had always thought “hell on earth” was a terrible cliché until he found himself standing in the middle of it. His ankle had tightened and begun throbbing, but that was nothing compared to what had happened to Nashville.
Explosions continued to rock the city. Fires raged, and they served as the only source of light inside the eternal darkness. He watched helplessly while aliens disintegrated people as they ran, eliminating lives with the flash of a laser. Birthday parties, first kisses, weddings—all those personal memories wiped away in an instant. Between the mental anguish caused by the enormity of the situation and the real threat of death, Reno felt paralyzed.
As more blasts shook the city, Reno hid behind an abandoned car. He breathed heavily and kept his hands on top of his head. People ran by in every direction, scattering like ants in an exposed colony. Each detonation illuminated the darkened city in ghastly freeze-frames of death and destruction.
I can’t stay here. I have to move.
Reno tried to stand up again, but his ankle screamed at him. He collapsed to the pavement and squeezed it, knowing that this wouldn’t be enough to keep the swelling down but trying anything to ease the pain. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and stung his eyes.
He felt precious seconds ticking away. At any moment, an explosion could erupt beneath him or an alien could vaporize his body. And if a crowd was herded through the area by the aliens, they would trample him to death. Reno had seen hysterical citizens flipping cars for no other reason than sheer panic, thinking that might somehow be an obstacle to aliens who could fly. Though, he wondered if being crushed by a car might be a better end than what seemed to be the inevitable fate of the city of Nashville.
You’re not going to die here. Get your ass up.
Gingerly putting weight on his injured ankle, Reno pulled himself up using the open car door. He hobbled around to the front of the car, looking in both directions. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do.
Time slowed down for him like he was a shell-shocked soldier in the fog of war. Another blast went off in the distance and people ran by screaming, covering their ears or with their hands over their heads—as if either action would protect them. Many people dragged their children along as fast as they could without dislocating shoulders. Down the street, three men had jumped another guy, beating him amidst the chaos wrought by the aliens. No one stopped to help the man or even question why they had turned on him when the real enemy had launched an invasion which was leaving nothing but scorched earth behind it.
“In here!”
The words came from a door fifteen feet away, pulling Reno out of his head and cutting through the daze that had frozen him in indecision. A man stood in a doorway and waved his arms at people as they fled, urging them to come inside with an unspoken promise of safety. Even though he wore a police uniform, most people ignored him and ran by without even looking in his direction. The man was about to shut the door when he made eye contact with Reno through the crowd.
Reno guessed him to be in his early forties, a bit lumpy and with a perpetual five o’clock shadow. The man had short, curly hair and stood about six feet tall with broad shoulders and a gut made from Sunday barbecues and craft beer.
“Come on, buddy! Hurry!”
Reno stumbled forward, attempting to cut through the crowds. He tried to run while also keeping weight off of his ankle, but someone ran into him and it felt like a hockey player had body-checked him into the glass. He fell to the ground, landing on his side and feeling the hot scrape of his skin on cold concrete.
“Watch it, asshole,” the guy said before he took off again, clutching his shoulder.
The earth shook. Reno’s head was against the ground and the motion reminded him of having his ear to train tracks and listening for an oncoming locomotive.
I’ve got to get up.
He pushed himself to his knees, but someone running by kicked his injured ankle. Reno screamed, pounding his fist against the pavement. He’d collapsed to the ground again with the pain, almost wishing the next mass of people would just trample him to death and end the misery.
With his ankle throbbing, he was suddenly lifted up by the arms. He looked up to see the officer from the door on one side of him and a guy in his 30s on the other.
“We got you, buddy,” the cop said. “I’m not gonna let one of my own die out here in the street.”
With the men helping him, he was able to hobble forward while keeping his injured ankle in the air. The two men half-carried Reno through the open door, to where a woman waited inside, yelling for them to hurry up. Once the three men crossed the threshold, the woman slammed the door shut.
The entrance to the place opened to the top of a staircase. Reno looked downward to see a room crowded with people standing almost shoulder to shoulder. He knew the joint. The Beer Sellar. He’d never been there, but he’d heard it was one of Nashville’s coolest bars, the clever name’s meaning becoming apparent as he looked around the main room that was, quite literally, a cellar. Generators ran in the background and someone had tied one into the fuse box, bringing a temporary source of electricity to the place.
A sharp pain speared his ankle anew and he winced as his legs collapsed so that the men had to hold his whole weight.
“Marie, grab that chair over there,” the police officer said.
The woman carried the chair over and set it down behind Reno, who fell into it. He closed his eyes and exhaled, the pressure now off his ankle.
“I’m gonna go grab the first aid kit,” Marie said.
“Thanks for helping me out there,” Reno said to the cop.
“Hey, don’t mention it. Like I said, I wasn’t gonna let another first responder die out there.”
Reno e
xtended his hand. “The name’s Reno.”
“Good to meet you, Reno. I’m John.”
Marie returned with a white metal box with a red cross on the top of it. She opened the first aid kit and handed it to John.
“There’s a wrap in here which should help keep the swelling down.” Marie handed the ace bandage to John before dropping two Ibuprofen tablets into Reno’s palm.
“Thanks, darlin’,” John said, already looking to Reno’s injury. “Why don’t you go downstairs and make sure everyone is as comfortable as they can be? We’ll be down in a minute.”
The woman smiled, then walked back down the stairs to join the others. John knelt and started wrapping the ankle as Reno downed the pain killers.
“Never been here. They got any beer specials? Microbrews?”
“You’ve never been here? Jesus, man. You’re missing out on one of Nashville’s hidden gems.” John smiled as he looked up at Reno.
“Yeah, well, I’m not too big of a drinker.”
“I think we’re all gonna be drinkers if we make it out of this.”
John pulled the wrap tight, forcing a groan from Reno. But between finally sitting down and getting his ankle wrapped up, the pain had already started to subside.
“That oughta do it.” John stood up.
“Thanks again.”
“No problem. We should probably head downstairs now. We’ve got some water, and I think Marie is going to—”
A blast shook the building and concussive waves rolled through the foundation—everyone inside felt the force of this hit, which was unlike any of the previous ones. Reno instinctively dived to the ground, covering his head. A collective scream of panic went through the bar as dust and plaster rained down on the people inside. The floor shook like they were experiencing a San Andreas earthquake. Hunks of dry wall and other debris pelted Reno’s back and he held his breath, hoping the old building could withstand whatever had caused the explosion, and that the entire structure wouldn’t bury them all alive.
The tremors dragged on for what felt like hours, and then stopped. Reno waited for a moment before raising his head. John had sprawled onto the ground beside him, and lifted his head at almost the same time. He turned to Reno.
“What the hell was that?”
Reno climbed to his feet and hobbled to the door.
“Hey, hold up,” John said.
Ignoring the cop, Reno opened the door.
People in the street had stopped and were staring in the same direction. Reno walked into the middle of the street and followed their gazes.
His jaw dropped.
Fire exploded into the sky less than a mile away. The blackened silhouette of the obelisk stood out against the backdrop of violent reds and oranges. But Reno noticed something else immediately—the top had broken off and the tower listed to one side. Clouds of flame billowed out from beneath it, most likely scorching whatever had remained of the Parthenon.
Swarms of aliens flew overhead, all streaking toward the point in the sky where the mothership had been docked at the top of the obelisk. The ship hovered in place and appeared to be unscathed by whatever had occurred on the ground, but judging by the fact that the aliens had given up their hunt, something had happened that they hadn’t anticipated.
John appeared next to Reno and looked at the fiery explosion. “Holy shit. That’s over Centennial Park, where that big obelisk was. You think that—”
“Someone blew it up?”
John looked at Reno. “Who? And how could they have done that? It has to be something else.”
“Only one way to find out.” Reno started limping down the street toward Centennial Park as others standing in the street did the same.
“Whoa, hang on.” John ran to catch up to Reno, grabbing his shoulder. “You’re not gonna make it all the way over there on that ankle. It’s at least three miles away.”
“Whatever happened there might be our only shot at taking these things down. We’ve gotta check it out.”
John smiled. “Yeah, but we ain’t walkin’. Come on, I’ve got another idea.”
2
John honked the horn again, waving at people to get out of the way. He kept his foot on the gas, shaking his head.
“Man, get the fuck out of the way!”
Reno looked around at the destruction. He hadn’t been in the downtown area since the dome had first come down. Fires raged throughout the city. Buildings he’d passed daily had vanished and dust filled the air. People ran in every direction, trying to find some sanctuary amongst the chaos. Most people were fleeing from whatever had happened at Centennial Park, but Reno and John were heading right for it.
Yet, the destruction had transformed the city so violently that Reno struggled to contextualize where they were and where they were going. Landmarks he’d used to navigate the city for years had disappeared completely. Fires kept the streets illuminated in an unholy glow and he was grateful not to be able to see the full destruction brought upon them by the alien invaders.
“I don’t know how close we’re going to get, but we’re almost there.”
Reno took John’s word for it, still unable to tell exactly where they were in Nashville.
They drove around one building that had somehow remained upright, and Reno saw the obelisk again. The structure still stood, but had cracked like a tooth after a punch to the mouth. Flames leapt from its ragged top. Seeing the structure again, Reno re-oriented his internal compass.
We should be near Midtown.
He looked out the window, craning his neck to look skyward.
Nothing.
He saw the familiar sign directing visitors to the hospital, but the structure itself was gone, nothing but ash and smoke where the building should have been.
Once the car moved a little further, the smoke cleared enough for Reno to see what remained of St. Thomas Midtown Hospital. Only a quarter of the building still stood, and fires engulfed what was left. Reno could see the rooms inside of the building, the exterior wall having been blown off.
“Jesus Christ,” he said.
“It’s hard to fathom, I know.”
“I was just there a couple of days ago when all this happened. The place was filled with injured people. You think they got out?”
John tilted his head to the side and then shook it, keeping his eyes on the road.
Leaning back in his seat, Reno shook his head.
“It would’ve been impossible to save all those people,” John said. “From what I understand, those alien bastards blew it to pieces.”
Reno felt a numbness move through his body. He closed his eyes, picturing the thousands of people who’d been in that hospital, many of whom would have been children. Unable to fathom the horror of it, he opened his eyes again. John pulled over, slamming on the brakes.
“This is as close as we’re gonna get. How’s that ankle?”
“It’ll be fine.” His ankle felt insignificant compared to what they’d just seen.
All those people…
John got out and walked around to the front of the car, and then called back so that Reno could hear him through the open window, even over the flames. “Come on, buddy. I see some other cops up ahead. Maybe whatever happened knocked those flying fuckers back to Mars.”
Reno opened his door and stepped out of the car, putting his good foot out first to compensate for his injured ankle. He glanced at the hospital, but quickly turned away. He shook his head and hobbled along behind John, thankful that the ibuprofen had kicked in and taken the edge off of his pain.
A half-dozen cops stood on the sidewalk, and a few turned to acknowledge John.
“What the hell happened here, Woods?” John asked one of the officers, beat patrol with a saggy middle and retirement less than three months away.
“Fucking explosion, that’s what happened,” one of the other officers replied.
“No shit.”
“We don’t know how it happened.” Woods shook his head an
d turned to stare at what was left of the obelisk. “I was a couple of blocks away when it went off. Felt like a damn earthquake. I found cover and ran over here as soon as it was over.”
“You guys seen anyone come out of there?” John asked.
The men shook their heads.
John grimaced, but seemed unsurprised. “Shit. Well, we need to get over there and check it out.” John turned around. “My man Reno is an EMT. If there are any survivors, he’ll be able to help them out.”
“Most people have been avoiding the park,” another officer said.
John sighed. “Yeah, well, I got a feeling it wasn’t the aliens who triggered that explosion. Why would they blow up their own tower?”
The other officers stared at John, nobody having any answer worth sharing.
“What if the only survivors we find are more of those monsters?” an officer asked.
“I haven’t seen any near here since it blew.” Woods used his chin to gesture at the hovering mothership almost directly above them. “They all flew back into that thing and now it’s just sitting there.”
“It’s a risk we have to take, gentlemen,” John said.
As the officers spread out, John turned to Reno. He reached to his belt and pulled off a Maglite and a pistol. He handed Reno the flashlight right away, but held the pistol by the barrel with the grip extended.
“You know how to use one of these?”