Donnie-x-April-2012

Steamed In the mist of the morning, the first rays of light refracting in sharp scalenes, the metallic giants moved, swinging the hoods of their tripods back and forth. Accompanied by a low hiss, the pink shroud dissolving beneath the Martians’ blasts of superheated steam. Methodically, they crossed the woods and fields, eliminating the poison they had laid down the previous day. April and Don startled into wakefulness, crouching as low as they could in the tower and hoping to not be seen. Casey Jones, somehow asleep and snoring despite the stiffness of being unable to so much as shift his grip the whole night through, woke with a start as a blast of scalding steam passed too near for comfort. He let out a yelp and struggled out of its path as the Martian went about its business, not caring about the survival of one meager human among the thousands it had annihilated. Everyone in the belltower was instantly at their friend’s yell. As Casey bent out of the path of the blast