Dead and Back

I know there are aliens, who feel peace can be achieved; but, are there humans that feel cohabitation is the solution? And now some if's...if so, do they want a mutual respect (equality), do they want to be first and aliens second (like segregation, seperate and equal but not really equal), are they content to be pets?

Well maybe I'm not. But regardless I have completed a short fiction work based on your setting. It's a more bleak look on the situation (I tend to be pessimistic). As that it is your setting: you are free to discard completely, edit, whatever; the following:

Phillip sat quietly playing with some wooden blocks confiscated by his father. Being only five he did not know what his father did or why his family had recently been able to move to a larger apartment. All that concerned him was that now his father was required to leave the safety of the acropolis, something Phillip had been warned never to do. His mother set in the adjacent room discussing the day’s plans with his aunt.

“I hate to take him down to the lower floors, but Jim won’t be home for another 12 hours.”

“Lindsey, hell, you lived on the third floor not six months ago.”

“I know, but still…the first floor. There isn’t even security clearance required. Would you be able to watch him for the next couple of hours?”

“Did you forget; I have my job to do.”

“I don’t know how you let those men…nevermind! I’ve got to get food, today. I’ve already waited till the last day of our pass, and I don’t want to wait two more weeks.”

Phillip and his mother stood next to the express elevator, waiting for the next car to arrive. After a few minutes, the doors slide open and they stepped into the car. A few more minutes passed and they were on the ground level. The odor was something of a combination of stale air and death. The exterior doors would be closed in less than an hour; there was always a rush at this time of day. Since the recent infestation in the other acropolis, security had been increased and all persons entering were scanned.

“Phil, you stay close to me.”

Lindsey took Phillip’s hand and began to lead him to grocery check-in area. An armed guard took their card, ran it through the scanner, “You’re limit is 80 units, be quick.” Lindsey began trekking through the store collecting the family’s favorites and the necessities. She became distracted searching for the fresh fruit capsules. Phillip, being the inquisitive five years old, ceased the opportunity to investigate the scene that began to unfold at the exterior door. Phillip wondered out, past the guard, who was busy viewing the latest situation update.

The entrance was located just outside the grocery check-in area. He could see people pushing but nothing else. As he began to approach an alarm sounded and chaos began to ensue. Before he could react, he was knocked to the ground by a woman and nearly tramped by the people who followed. As he stood, the intercom crackled on, “Infestation, Level 1. All security forces to Floor 2. Floor 1 will be sealed in two minutes.”

In the store Lindsey had just found Phillip’s favorite fruit, when the alarm sounded. She looked around and broke into tears instantly. She dropped what she had collected and ran to the front of the store. “Floor 1 will be sealed in one minute.” She frantically looked out, luckily to mob of people had passed and she could see Phillip squatted crying next to one of the central pillars. He was dusty and had a gash across his forehead.

She rushed to grab him and slipped on a patch of blood on the floor that was most likely his. She gathered herself quickly and grabbed him as he whimpered for her. She turned and began running to the stairwell. She caught a glimpse of a few bodies lying next to the door.

In the stairwell the security force began closing the gate. One of them spotted someone running toward them.

“We got one, female. It’s got a child. Captain?”

“Terminate.”

A burst of gunfire erupted followed only by the sound of a thud as two warm bodies hit the floor. Blood began fill the floor around Lindsey and Phillip. The Captain turned to see his wife and child spread out in a deep red pool. He pulled his own pistol, placed it to his head.

The screen flickered on, “Today a catastrophe was adverted. Infestation was limited and the ground floor is being cleared. Expect Floor 1 to reopen one hour late tomorrow. Reports show no human causalities.”