Blood Worm World

Some said that a great prism appeared in the sky. Others described it as a contact lens as big as an apartment building. I wouldn't know, I did not see it.

What I do know is that the Worlde has suffered an apocalyptic change! Perhaps it is the beginning of a new ‘Great Cycle' or perhaps the Worlde has moved into a slightly different dimension. I was one of the lucky ones, neither changed nor transported. Even luckier, I have my M14 carbine and several cases of ammo. My own theory is that some members of a race similar to us, but inhabiting a differing dimension, have managed to switch places with most of us. Take it for what it is worth, probably nothing.

There is a restaurant in the park whose 2 nd floor is an open air café with tables and umbrellas that offers a great view of the park. People used to go there to have a drink or a bottle of water and watch the kids play on swings and slides. Now, I go there sometimes to relax and get some sun. No one is around to serve the bottled water so I get it myself from the silent refrigerators. Then, I sit and watch for cannibals and daydream.. Lack of maintenance has the park looking a bit shoddy, and there are no children playing. They are hiding at home, or dead and eaten, or transported elsewhere.

The change that bothers me most are the plants. They are definitely not indigenous to Earth. Looking at them makes me believe that I am in another dimension, transported to a park that superficially seems to be mine, but is actually very different. I have shot 3 cannibals while sitting here. They come sidling up pretending to be human, asking for help and hiding weapons behind their backs. I like to shoot them in the lower jaw, then use their own club or steel bar to bash them to death. Then, I check to make sure they were not humans, really seeking help. So far, I have made no mistakes. Sometimes I feel like the ‘King of the Park', making it safe for humans and making it deadly to the aliens.

Sometimes I wonder what happened to the people who were transported. Are they marooned on a dying world? Are they playing and walking in a park in some dimension far away? Perhaps they are better off….dead would be better off.

How long will it take the blood worms to figure out the use of guns and explosives? Sitting here in the open air café, I will probably be the first to find out the hard way. Then we can end it all with a real life fire fight between aliens and a human. My son used to play “defender” on an old games machine. He was always much better than I. My game was Pacmania. I want to die killing them! Can't happen too soon for me.

When I leave the park and head home, I leave a tip for the non existent waitress for old times sake.

The End.