Let Them Come!
an excerpt

Job sat crouched inside a trench, listening for something, but hearing absolutely nothing. That was what was frightening him. He was on a battlefield, and yet there were no sounds of conflict above him when only a moment before the cacophony was overwhelming. He wanted to believe that somehow the war was ended that some strange truce was arranged right in the middle of the action, but he knew this to be impossible, there must be something strange going on, nothing that should be happening. Rising slightly, Job looked out onto the field, trying to see through the haze formed by the explosions, gasses, and general high-concentration pollution. There must be something out there, perhaps some great machine was just put into use by the Chinese, but a machine would create noise, shouldn’t it? Perhaps Job had lost his hearing and that is why he heard nothing, but then why didn’t he see the familiar sparks and dashing figures within the cloud?
And then Job heard it, quietly at first, but it began to crescendo, a rasping sort of breath, it was apparent he was not deaf, but what made such a horrid noise? Job could no longer help himself, slowly he hoisted himself out of the trench, and began to army crawl into the mist, being wary of any traps that may or may not be set. As Job continued to wriggle his way along the gunpowder coated ground, he began to notice other oddities, the air did not contain its usual scent of fire and blood, but rather smelt unlike anything Job’s nose had ever caught scent of, the only way he could describe it was that it smelt empty. And beside that, the temperature was dropping rapidly, it should be impossible for the human body to detect normal slow temperature drops that arrive with a storm, but now, Job could physically detect not only a change, but a constant decreasing occurring, it was almost a colder temperature than California ever reached, especially so close to the coast.
The always-present coward within Job demanded for him to retreat, but curiosity was winning over this time, and he continued forward, heading deep into the unknown darkness. His heart was beating fast, fear spreading through his body, and yet Job found himself intrigued, even excited by the prospect of witnessing what was causing such a strange phenomenon. And then, mere feet before him, Job witnessed the appearance of some yellow apparition, making it’s way up from the ground as if it were some strange morning mist. Squinting, Job was able to make out a humanoid shape to the strange yellowish, ghost-like creature. He was frozen now, not even his curiosity could make him approach such a paranormal being without him discovering something about it first, and as he lay on his stomach, observing the strange thing, it made its way into what appeared to be a kneeling position. Suddenly the rasping noise grew dramatically, seemingly entirely embodied in that one being, and then it was split by and eerie, high-pitched scream. Job continued to watch in horror as something that looked to be of the same construction as the creature, yet in a blue color, rose into its mouth, Job lay, shocked as he realized that the blue apparition was making its way out of a deceased man’s body. It took only a few moments before a horrid thought made its way into Job’s mind, was this spirit being sucking the life from the man? Job gasped, and as the small miniscule sound left his mouth, the thing turned about. Job outright screamed when he say it’s face. Even brighter yellow beams shown from its eyes, and giant fangs fell from its mouth, while slights in the center of its head flared. Tall pointed ears twitched as Job rose to his feet, turning to flee.
His feet could not move fast enough as he raced away from before the horrible apparition, the eerie yellow soul-sucking being. It took a much shorter time for Job to reach the trench, but he did not bother ducking inside it for safety, something told him he would be easily discovered, so he leapt over the top. He had no idea where he was headed, he only knew he must escape, to make sure he was never the man the yellow creature would be bending over, devouring whatever that blue stuff was. Job couldn’t help but convulsively grab his neck as he though of what he had just witnessed, this was certainly no creation of man, it was impossible. And then Job heard the rasping breaths of the demons once more, and his legs began to move even faster, they were coming, so Job must run, he would not be one to fall victim.