Chapter 1 The Invasion

In a small town out in the middle of a small town in Texas.

"Wesker here reporting in."

I just returned from my job as an Journeyman Electrician, it was Friday night. I had plans to go hang with friends, we were supposed to go bowling, when the phone started to ring. Picking up the phone, I heard screaming from the person on the other line "THEY ARE ATTACKING EVERYONE " then the line went out and then the power also went out. I thought someone was playing a joke on me until I looked outside and realized everyone in my neighborhood was without power. The power stayed off for about twenty minutes, I tripped over the coffee table and luckily I fell into the couch. With the dark curtains and the walls a dark greenish teal cover making the room very dark while the curtains were closed I should of known better and if they were open I wouldn't of tripped.

"Shit, I paid the bill at the beginning of the month", I grabbed my emergency radio and turned it expecting to hear on and too see hear that someone ran into a power line pole. What came next was the last thing on my mind that could of happened.

(Broadcast)

Attention, we are under attack I repeat under attack by an unknown enemy. Please stay inside and stay away from the windows. .....

(The radio busted into static)

"Oh boy", I thought, this is gonging to be an interesting night (I figured someone was playing a prank but I was wrong) as I walked down to the closet and punched the combination to my gun safe and taking only four weapons from it: A 12 gauge shotgun, a 243 Winchester rifle, .357 magnum, and my Ar-15 assault riffle. "I sat in my living room, who's invading, and why? I bet this is some kind of hoax". Just as I was asking myself these questions there was an explosion down the road where three houses just blew up...... "SHIT" my living room started to shake with the close explosion, pictures and the bookshelf flew off the wall and crashed down on the floor. I peaked my head outside and I saw no body running around with guns nor explosions, but I noticed the neighbors ponies had gotten out.
After 20 minutes there were police diving everywhere and I could see that things had been getting worse. I saw my neighbor Jim Tom running down the street and I yelled to him to come inside where it's safe. Behind Jim in the street laid arms and disembowel body parts of the neighbors. He had a huge gash on his arm and he was nervous as hell, it was easy to tell since he couldn't hold his hands still and constantly freaking out. Jim Tom, was a retired marine and this was the first time I've seen him freaked out and scared.

"Jim what happened out there? How did you hurt your arm?" I asked him about three times before he responded. I thought that he was going into shock.

"They aren't human", replied Jim. (I was cleaning his wound and banding it up the best I could, when he finally decided to speak.) (The wounds that he had looked like talon marks, but what kind of bird made these that which are so huge and long.)

"Jim, what do you mean not human?" I was confused for the moment until we heard a large thump on the roof. I grabbed my shotgun and waited , for whatever was up there to come down. "Hey we need to get to my closet and wait till morning we are sitting ducks out here in the dark." (They entered Wesker's closet and rested for the night. Wesker had the shotgun aimed at the door, so that if someone tried to enter they'd get their heads blown off. The closet was a nice size and roomy, the gun case was in the back of the closet. They heard the front door burst down. Now all we could do was wait.
That night was a long one as you could hear voices that broke into the house, tearing everything up. Whoever it was didn't do a good job since they didn't find Wesker and Jim, but most of the house was trashed.

(Intruder 1)

"Hey no one is here", he snarled and hit the TV in the living room. The wall started to shake some as objects started to fall off the wall.

(Intruder 2)

Good, lets continue down with the rest of the pack and remember we can't have any survivors for when boss arrives. The intruder kicked the wall and put a nice sized hole into the closet where the two men were held up. But the intruders didn't realize that if they would of looked inside the hole they would of found the Wesker and Jim.
(LEFT)

The next morning I slowly opened the closet door and walked out slowly shotgun ready and walked out the door. As Jim and I checked out the damage from last night and everything was trashed there was food still in the refrigerator but I would not recommend eating the fish or any milk products. I was pissed and kicked the wall with my boots, making a hole in the drywall next to the other one where was. (By this time there were human body parts all over the road, blood everywhere, but I knew me and Jim couldn't be the only survivor since there was still gunfire in the are going on.) "Hey Jim what attacked you again last night, a wild dog"?

"No it looked like a griffin, half bird/ lion," saying Jim, "but I don't be expecting you young yipper snapper to believe me".

"Oh, I believe them because that one over there appears to be dead," pointing towards the road, revealing the huge animal that was pinned against a truck and a telephone pole. I slid the sliding door open after I put my magnum in my belt holster and my AR-15 , and my rifle strapped to my back, wielding my shotgun ready to go exploring and a little hunting. I was able to persuade Jim to carry the crossbow and extra arrows. We each took provisions and distributed the weight among us. My pack weighed more because of all the ammunition I had packed.

The wind was calm and there was nothing in the sky. I saw a Stop sign with pole that was pushed through the front windshield of a truck, the driver was dead in the front seat with the pole going though his chest. The thing that shocked me the most was the headless woman that was on her knees with a rosary praying when a griffin beheaded her with something sharp. The wind smelt of bloating flesh as all the dead people whom we called neighbors and friends laid in the empty streets.

We made it about five blocks and there before us, we saw our first real live griffin chewing on someone. I raised my rifle and crouched in a thick bush and Jim followed. I took a shot aiming around the front shoulder. BOOM, the griffin tries to take off but the wound through the heart stopped the animal dead in its tracks. We waited for a few minutes just as three more griffins came up to their dead comrade.

(Griffins)

"Soldier, go find out who killed our comrade now, we need as many troops alive as we assault this new world and no humans must survive this assault and that's our primary objective".

"Yes sir, Captain Ogle", said the soldier. He flew off in a hurry and none saw the two men in the bushes.

"Captain", said another soldier, "this town is ours everyone is dead surly by now, we should be getting ready to continue to advance".

Ogle smiled, "you are learning quickly my son and I am pleased, but we have one survivor since our comrade just got shot, we will find him and drop him at the clouds and watch him go splat".

Everyone liked the idea and they all took off in pairs of two. The griffins took to the sky looking for the people that killed their comrades. They started a war that to them would be an easy sure win. They searched all over the area but could never find anyone and they assumed that they escaped the area. It didn't matter to them since they were going to wipe out the surrounding cities soon. One by one they took their spears and flew up in the sky and went hunting for the survivors.

Wesker and Jim sat in the bushes for about thirty minutes after they left and they darted towards the forest and scavenging for supplies when ever given the opportunity. Jim and Wesker went back to their destroyed homes and loaded their trucks with supplies that they could scavenge. It wasn't much that they could scavenge, flashlights, batteries and some camping gear as well as a few MRE's. (Wesker's gun safe had been destroyed where it couldn't be opened again.)
It was about sundown when they had decided to head out of town which they thought would be the safest time. They both got into their trucks and went on their way out of the driveway when in the distance there was a griffin flying towards them.

"Hey Jim,(on the radio) keep your lights off and they might not recognize us". But I was wrong the devious griffin landed on my hood and started pounding at the windows, breaking them to pieces, trying to get me out. I grabbed my .357 and fired 2 shots through the front windshield and the griffin few off in the distance. "Hey Jim, we need to leave now before this gets very ugly." They floored it to the highway and slammed their brakes right on top of the bridge. As they got farther away from town, everything was looking better, there were no dead bodies and it started to look normal again, until they found out that the bridge was out.

"Hey Wesker, what's wrong?" Asking Jim.

"Bridge is out," replied Wesker. "We are going to have to find another way around."

"Wesker, its getting dark and fast we need to just lay low and wait till morning," said Jim.

They found a campground that deep into the woods that gave them cover from the sky, but still good enough to get good cell phone reception, in return gave Wesker an idea.

"Ok good, I am going to make a few calls before I turn in". I dialed my friend, Kevin Stringer.

(Call)

"Hey Kevin, I need you to turn on the news and see what's happening. There is a situation over here and it's getting crazy over here, there are dead bodies everywhere and these griffins and yes I said griffins, they are killed everyone over here." (Wesker)

"OK Wesker, .... They are saying that your town had a huge chemical spill, which in resulted in the town's residents dead from exposure," replied Kevin. "Have you tried to call the government or anybody yet?"

"Dam they already got a cover-up and no not yet, they are next. (Wesker)
(Hang up)

(Dials Cell)

"Hello this is the office of Fort Kacy, please state your name and business". (Office lady)

"Hello this is Wesker, I need to speak to the current commander NOW. I'm just out of Houston, Texas and there are people dead everywhere, I called a friend who's out of state but they said that there was a chemical spill and there was no spill over here..." (he said kind of panicing)

"Please hold on ..... replied the office lady."

I had to wait for about fifteen minutes will until the commander's voice appeared.

"Hello this is Commander Taylor, Wesker your alive and at ground zero?" (Taylor)

"Yes, me and one other survivor Jim, we have been evading the enemy as much as possible, but at the same time we've killed at least 20 of them when given the chance, we are calling them griffins since they are half lion and half eagle. " (Wesker)

"Ok, how are you guys holding up and where are you guys right now? " (Taylor)

"We are holding up alright, cooking steaks right now on a small bar be que pit in the forest line watching the enemy and picking them off one by one with my sniper rifle. Boy am I glad my dad was a US Sniper and he was able to teach me how to shoot and also stay hidden." (Wesker)

"Well Wesker, you are doing a great job, please stay alive and here's my cell number and keep me in constant every 6 hours if possible. Right now we are getting ready to put all cities under lockdown until we can keep this threat under rap." (Taylor)

"Also, we've seen their commander and they have a army coming.. I don't know for what yet, and where are they coming from but tomorrow I plan on trying finding out where they are coming from. Well I have to go Taylor, steaks are ready I'll contact you tomorrow morning". (Wesker)

(HANGS UP)

As I ended the phone call, I sat with Jim who was changing his bandages on his arm. "Well Jim, they are shocked to hear that we survived the massacre, and they want us if you are willing to keep doing recon for them". I'm going to stay because they are bringing a few presents for us.

"Well.... Eh sure, I got nothing else to lose," replied Jim, "just ask for a few more men so we can at least have a squad."

"Awesome, I told him, also every six hours we have to report in and they want a count on how many we are able to kill, sounds easy right?" I grabbed a MRE and opened it and while Jim was boiling water on a small camp fire. The heat of the fire lifted my spirits even though it was a very small fire. (I wish I had some marshmallows.)
After the water boiled and put the boiling water into the MRE (Freeze dried meals) to let it cook for a few minutes and put it on two plates and handed a plate to Jim. They ate quietly and put out the camp fire before they went to sleep in their trucks till sunup . The truck for Wesker was harder because it rained all night long and he had a broken windshield, so Wesker covered the front of the cab with a huge blue tarp and it held keeping out the water. The sleeping bag kept him nice and warm all night long. Jim had no problem since he just used his sleeping bag with his I phone playing music.
Around six in the morning, I grabbed the cell phone and took it off the car charger I decided that it was time to call Taylor. Stepping out of the truck and stretched. I noticed that there were broken tree limbs everywhere but they were relatively small.

(Ringing)

"Hello" this is Commander Taylor.

"Hi, Taylor," just checking in our 6 hour report everything is quiet so far. Also I've gotten Jim to stay here with me for a little longer, I don't know if your able to do this but I was wondering if we could get a chopper and pilot and I'd like to see if a good old sniper buddy would be willing to come down here and give me a hand. (Wesker)

Ok Wesker said Taylor I can get you a light chopper (USMC UH-1N) with a couple mini guns attached but nothing heavier. As for your recruiter I need a name and address. (Writes Kevin Stringer) ok, I'll give him a call in a few and Wesker be safe, the president won't allow us to bring any troops into the area. So that means you are our first line of defense and recon. If anything should go wrong or you should think to report please do with haste. God speed son.
(Call ended.)

Wesker put the cell into his pocket and got ready for the day's events. Jim was still trying to sleep but had a hard time when Wesker was on the cell phone with Taylor.

"Wesker so what our plan for today"? Asking Jim eagerly.

"Well for the time being we are the first line of defense and recon, report any new findings, I told him. Also scavenge any useful such as weapons, water, and food and hide them where we can get them if needed. Also a chopper and another sniper is going to join the party with us in a couple days" grinning.

"Wesker, do you think that we can last that long out here?" Jim was nervous. The forest was quiet as a mouse.

"Oh yea", Jim no problem all, "all we have to do is stay out of the open and pick them off when ever given the chance. If we can do this effectively and get out before they find us, we should be alright".

"Ok, well I'm ready," said Jim. As he lifted up the newly received the other day.

The two started back into the overrun town of griffins. They had to be real careful not to attract too much attention as they went deeper into enemy territory. Every once and a while they would encounter a griffin patrol but they were easy to avoid since Jim and Wesker were able to blend into the scenery most of the time and picked off a griffin that strayed away from their group. The two were very fortunate that they were able to quickly leave the area by the time the griffins started to search for them. There was even a time which we had to jump in area filled with dead bodies, which stunk and tried not to gag.
It was time that Wesker had to call Commander Taylor but couldn't do it, while a couple of griffin scouts found them and dove towards them claws ready to shred the two men apart. One of griffins had caught Wesker off guard but luckily Jim was able to put a bullet through the griffins gut causing it great pain and decided that its life was more important than trying to kill the men, but the other griffin landed in front of Wesker and Jim was trying to reload his gun. Wesker had his shotgun in his hands and just opened fire and fired 2 rounds into the animal, watching it fall to the ground then with the last round in the gun he put it up to the griffin's head and pulled the trigger and walked off.

"Thanks Jim, that would of probably been the end of me". I was breathing hard but able to keep myself under control. I saw that that griffin was going to die soon since Jim shot him in the gut, man what a painful way to go.

"No problem Wesker", said Jim smiling. "You'd do the same for me and you got that other one (looking down at the griffin with a portion of its head missing and blood was everywhere)." Wesker nodded in agreement.

(Wesker checks in with Taylor)

Hello this is Taylor. "Ahh Wesker your late, but I'm glad you guys are alright, your friend, Kevin he agreed to come and preparations are being set forth and the chopper leaves tomorrow night so get ready and have a LZ nearby. Also more cities in Texas are being attacked by griffins but since you guys gave us the heads up about them, we have been able to prepare and are defending them and not being slaughtered by them, so ... Thank you.

No problem Taylor, glad we could help. Just make sure to put plenty of fuel on the chopper and ammo because we are going to have some serious air to air combat since things are picking up around here. (Jim shoots in the background). Well Taylor I'll contact you within 6 hours hopefully, we got to move now. (Wesker)

Ok understand, Taylor out.

(Call ends)

Jim was shooting at a griffin with his cross bow that had gotten too close to their camp and I saw that it even landed into the river. As we walked towards the river, the water was flowing with red lines from the hole, Jim grabbed his arrow and cleaned it and put it in a quiver.
Wesker and Jim hurried into one of the partially destroyed homes close to where they were and waited. Jim pulled out a water from his pack and drank some and put it back into his pack while Wesker grabbed a granola bar from his and ate it. Just as the two men finished their snacks about ten griffins showed up looking at their fallen brother. One griffin in particular wore golden armor which must of been a higher up griffin.

"Captain Gilda, what are your orders," said one of the griffins.

"Find the person who's killing all our troops and bring him alive to me," replied Gilda. "Call in reinforcements in to this location we cannot afford to lose our platoon while others right now are getting slaughtered in this town by one person. We have to get a good foot hole until Celestia's army gets here. (She flew off leaving the nine other griffins alone wondering the area and complaining.)

Wesker and Jim heard the whole conservation and sat and waited while the griffins talked amongst themselves until they flew off in different directions in pairs of 2. The other day that certain interaction had been completely overrun with dead bodies everywhere but today the bodies were all gone. Wesker pulled out his cell and texted Taylor: "Griffins said something about Celestia's army coming here so get prepared and might send some armor piercing ammo since there are now griffins wearing armor".

Taylor responded: "Thanks for the heads up, we are going to see if we can get any information on them if possible and one last thing there are a few special people here that when you call in they would like to speak to you and Jim."
Wesker and Jim headed out of the house and made it to a Shell gas station and went inside and found that it still had power. The station even still had some of the glass windows intact, the food and drinks were still on the shelves, it gave you the sense that everyone had just disappeared other than brutality killed.

"Hey Wesker, take point for a bit, I got to take the browns to the super bowl", saying Jim as he hurried to the bathroom.

I went to one of fridges and grabbed a Pepsi (the cool air from the cooler felt good on me)and opened it and enjoyed every sip of it (the soda made it feel like I was in paradise for a few moments) as I waited for Jim to hurry up. I had about four cans by the time Jim came out and sat next to me opening a Ice cold Coke Cola. I looked at my watch seeing at is was only 3 in the afternoon. I packed a few sodas in my pack and Jim did the same. "Well Jim you ready to head out?"

"Yea boy this was a nice little break," said Jim

Wesker closed the door and put a piece of wood between the door handles so that they could tell if something or someone enters later, a little early warning sign.

"Yea", I told him, as I scribbled Celestia's army and put a question mark next to it, Captain Ogle, and Captain Gilda on some paper and stuffed it into my pocket. I got up and put my empty cans into the trash next to the gas station, even though the town was a trash littered on the town they called home, I didn't want to help them.
The two men moved as the coast was clear and started to head deeper into the town for a couple of hours before returning back to their makeshift camp. They had started back towards the camp until something sparkling in the distance, flying towards them and then Wesker dropped down to the ground fast, Jim followed.

"Wesker what's wrong?" Jim was looking confused.

We are being followed I told him and motioned where our friend in the sky. (While crawling over dead grass and fallen limbs into the closest house and hurried to the nearest attic window, which was hard since the attic was filled with clutter and mis. objects. ) I was taking aim while Jim was downstairs also taking aim as the armored griffin landed next to a dead male who was facedown. I was disgusted at the griffin as it was toying with a dead body, so while aiming at the head, I took the shot and my bullet hit the griffin between the eyes. I was getting pissed and went down to the dead griffin and took a look at the armor and then took it off the dead animal. The armor was strapped to the griffin by thick leather straps but was able to get it loose. I looked at the name under the helmet and said Ogle.

"Jim, we got Ogle" as I scratched his name from my list and put it back into my pocket. I took the armor back to our camp and I examined the it. The helmet was nothing special, it reminded me of a yellow miners helmet minus the light and it being made of gold and some other metal. the breast plate as in two pieces stitched together with some kind of leather, while the legging armor I thought we could reshape some how to make armor for our legs, breast plate into two pieces and create some chest armor, I didn't think about any head armor since it would make sniping harder to do. I put the armor into the back of my pickup truck as we entered camp then covering it with a blue tarp. I just wish I knew how to be a blacksmith to turn it into armor but at least it would look cool in a museum. A sign saying, Here is Ogle's armor killed by Wesker and Jim. I pulled out my cell.

(Calling Taylor)
Hello this is Taylor.

Hello commander reporting in, good news, we got one of the griffin commanders we got him perfectly between the eyes and I'm thinking of turning their golden armor and making something useful to us down here if we ever find someone who can work gold or put the armor in the museum for all to see. (Wesker)

That's good Wesker, also I have the president on the line as well a few people from the Pentagon. (Taylor)

Hello Wesker and Jim, keep up the good work keeping our country safe , we are very sorry about what happened in your town, but since this weird invasion as now they are popping up everywhere in the state of Texas that most of our forces are having a hard time controlling the bigger cities. But for some reason you two are able to keep everything under control pretty well so far, that is why we are giving you guys one unit and Wesker, you are the commander so they will follow you. (President)

Thank you sir so much, I really appreciate it. (Wesker)

Jim was glad they were getting a squad, so that they didn't just have to be on the defensive side, they could now do some offensive maneuvers. Both Wesker and Jim had their own personal goals to settle, with the additional goals from the government it was going to be a little easier now and since every four days they'd be getting a supply drop.

They continued talking for thirty minutes until Wesker cell phone lost signal.

"Well Jim, reinforcements will be here by tomorrow. If you need me I'm turning in for the night". Opens his truck door and gets into his sleeping bag, his .357 mag ready just in case an unwelcomed friend decided to pay a visit.

"Night Wesker", replied Jim. Jim sat down in his truck and dosed off a little after Wesker went to sleep.
Everything was peaceful for the night, both men were eager to for the next morning when reinforcements would arrive.

Author's Note

Well friends I bring you to the new war of the century. Which faction will die and which survives if any? I'm always up for new characters to make an appearance and if you have one please feel free and drop a line. I looking for Humans, Especially griffin names and can't forget the ponies.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy this story.