Tours to the Soviet Union, 1935
Soviet WW2 poster
Text: Everything for the front! For the front from women of USSR.
Taylor was returning back to his room around this time with folded cot in tow, all he could think about was going back to sleep and not thinking about that dreadful green light. As he thought about his head resting on the cool side of his pillow he smiled, it was one of his simple pleasures, right along with cutting the first wedge out of a cake.
Though, as he came to the next hall he stopped. He hadn’t even rounded the corner, and there was this pulsating green glow irradiating the next hall. It was so faint that he almost did a double take as he stepped backwards away from it.
Slowly he continued to back away from the dim light that started to grow brighter and brighter with each step back. Was it coming closer!? Did it know he was there?! Despite this he continued back, but he was right in one terrified thought. It was getting closer.
It drifted into his view and it just sort of hovered there for a few seconds, weightlessly. To be honest he dropped what he was holding and froze up, fear was now washing over him in waves. And all that he could possibly think about was that last nightmare, it made his hands tremble just thinking about it. ” N..no.” he mumbled.
The light hovered for just a second more and then he could’ve sworn it was coming down the hall towards him. He decided it was time to promptly hightail it out of there.
After the last ordeal, Alex hesitantly went back to her room, slightly reluctant to sleep alone. It takes her a while to fall asleep, between all the things running through her mind, and the fear about what happened last time. She eventually falls asleep, but it doesn’t last for long. She groans before it registers what woke her up. Footsteps. Alex doesn’t consider her that clever but she’s fairly certain that those don’t sound like the Medic’s footsteps. They sound to… strange. Something about them isn’t normal and an awful feeling sets in the pit of her stomach. Her fight-or-flight- senses are going off and before she can even think about it, she’s sprinting out of there, never looking back, searching everywhere to find Taylor. When she does she makes sure to lock the door and shake him awake, and between deep breathes explain that she is sleeping in the same room as him, she doesn’t care if she sleeps on the floor, but she refuses the be alone any longer.
He hardly caught a word of what Alex was trying to tell him while trying to groggily to rub the sleep out of his eyes. She was talking so fast and so breathlessly, that through his half awake haze it all sounded like complete gibberish to him.
Sitting up, he grabs his glasses off his nightstand and turns on his bedside lamp to get a better look at the poor girl. He frowns as he notices her shaking like a leaf. Even if he didn’t get all she was saying to him earlier, he understood what possibly had happened. It was no doubt that green glowing light’s doing by the looks of things.
When Alex started to talk about wanting to stay in his room just for tonight- He got to thinking…What if that alien thing follows her here?! With his own fear starting to settle in, he interrupts her.”Alex, I can’t…” She even offers to sleep on the floor. He grows silent and that’s when the medic caved in. “…I can’t let you sleep on the floor.” No one should ever have to sleep on the cold hard floor or be put out, even if they’re possibly being followed by a scary green glowing alien monster thing.
He stares at her, rubbing the back of his neck trying to think of what to do.” I am thinking there’s a spare cot folded up in the supply closet.”
And as much as he hated that dusty unkept supply closet, he started to get up out of bed. Slipping on his slippers and heading toward the door, he yawned. ” I’ll go get it for you…”
Taylor didn’t even acknowledge her really, he was still curled up and cradling his hands close to him. He had stopped sobbing, but you could tell he had been beforehand by how red his face was, and how watery and pink his eyes still looked.
When he finally noticed her he backed away from the scout, not actually sure if it was her for a moment. But… when he did calm down he just stared.
" кошмары?" he mumbled tremulously.
That night he stayed up for far too long in his office, after all, paper work wasn’t going to do itself! And he had already missed at least two consecutive nights of work due to the lack of sleep… And to be perfectly honest he still wasn’t getting much rest after the incident with the t.v and his own unsure observations. He was thinking about aliens ever since the scout had brought it up, and he had promptly scared himself shitless thinking about hostile, hungry aliens, coming for him in the night.
He was getting tired again, he could feel it, and this time he couldn’t shake himself from conking out. So, just as he was writing his signature at the bottom of his report he felt himself nodding off, his hand slipping caused a long line of ink to trail off the paper and onto his desk calendar as he slumped forward and drifted off into a dead sleep.
Right away he could tell this was not a good dream by how he seemed to be restrained in a chair, his wrists and ankles clasped tightly against the arms and legs of his seat- How he was muffled by something covering his mouth. This room was as black as the night sky in his previous dream, but this time the only light that greeted him was not the stars that engulfed everything, instead it was the buzzing of a florescent lamp light that dangled over head.
He began to hear movement of some kind and raising his head to scan the darkness in a panic- he saw it. That green light from his room, was floating there. It was oh so silent for a while, save for the pulsating hum of the glowing entity… And then so suddenly it sounded like the radio was on, and the music it played was like something Chopin would play.
Then the nightmare truly began, as he now felt extreme pain in his hands. His eyes darted down only to watch his hands break themselves and twist and crack in unimaginably painful ways. He screamed into whatever was covering his mouth and he buckled down as much as he could and started to heave.
The pain was excruciatingly unbearable.
And just when he thought it was over, his hands would reset the bones in the most sickening manner and break themselves again and again, the beautiful classical music in the background not mixing well with his muffled screaming.
Even after it was well over, he heaved and shuddered for the pain to stop. The green ball of light just floated there, almost mockingly.
And then he woke up.
He seemed to fall backwards in his chair as he scrambled awake, managing to push himself up against the wall, he held his hands close to his chest, curled himself into a ball, and began to cry.
The scout just simply nods, pale as can be. The odd calmness of the doctor is the the only thing keeping her from losing her cool. “W-what… What is it? Those symbols. I’ve never seen anything like ‘em before… Do… Do you think this is like…. Aliens? I never really believed in them before now, but…. Jesus christ…”
He brings up his head up at the mention of aliens, he looks over his shoulder at her with his brow cocked.
"Aliens?? You mean like those little green men that you see in those fake news papers?"
The thought hadn’t crossed his mind til she had brought it up. And now he was thinking about it much too extensively, it would make sense. If he had learned anything from late night American b- movie horror films, it was that technology was always the first to go to hell when something other worldly is involved.
" Maybe you’re right… these letters, if that is what they are- they look like nothing I’ve ever seen. But… If it is aliens- what could they want with us, we are probably far inferior to them. We have nothing to offer…"
He pondered about it for a few more minutes silently waiting for the answer to come to him.
" What if they need resources? Or food?" he mumbled under his breath, and then it hit him.
" What if we’re the food?!"
He exclamed in his now quavering voice, he was getting jumpy again and possibly even a little scared by his own observation.
The news had nothing to offer other than the same old weather forecasts, and it was like this for a few short minutes and then the television just shut off. Scratching his head he decided to get up and fix it… it was plugged in and the antennae were secure, so he tried turning it on manually.
Crouching down to fiddle with the dial suddenly it was on again, but nothing but static filled the screen. But… the longer he stared into it the more he started to see a message, a pattern almost.
"I see something in the static."
and with that he simply sat himself down on the coffee table and watched slumped at the t.v screen.
" You can see it also, no?"
He asks the scout.