War of Area 51

WARNING! This story is for mature audiences only. It contains strong language, extreme violence, and explicit sexual content. If you are underage or not mature enough, please refrain from reading this story. I have other writings that are more suitable for general audiences. I am not responsible for any hurt feelings.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written when I was around 20-21 years old back in 2017-2019. At that time, I found the world to be so absurd that it felt almost satirical to me. This story reflects that perspective at that time. It’s important to understand that this story is intended for mature readers who can appreciate the satirical elements within the writing. This story does not represent my general body of work, as I have refined my writing content and style over the years.

Millions of nerds decide to raid Area 51 in order to find out the truth behind the secret facility.

Dressed in a suit, John Namath faced the curtain, poised.  Outside the curtain, the crowd cheered. This is it, he  thought to himself.  

 “Ladies, and gentleman!” a voice outside announced. “John Namath!” 

Taking a deep breath, John strutted through the curtain and  out on stage in front of hundreds of cheering people. There  were signs in the crowd, saying things such as We Want The Truth, Aliens Exist, The Government Can’t Lie Anymore, and In John Namath We Trust. 

Waving out to the crowd with a smile, John got to the  podium as he waited for the crowd to settle down. 

 “For years now, the government have kept the  secret of Area 51 hidden from all of you, but that ends  today!” John declared.  

They cheered as John took out papers.  

 “In my hand are documents I’ve stolen from Area  51 that reveal the truth. I am ready to go to prison for this, I  am prepared to give my life in order to give you all the  truth.” 

The crowd clapped.  

 “The government-.” 

His head burst open at the sound of a gunshot. Panicked  swept the crowd as everyone ran away.  

A few people jumped on stage and ran towards the  bloodied documents on the ground, but security pushed  them away. As chaos erupted, John’s corpse laid on the  ground with his brains out, and the truth as dead as he was. 


 “All across America riots have broken out in  response to the murder of former government scientist John  Namath earlier this week,” the news reporter reported in the  newsroom. To the side of her was footage of buildings on  fire, looting, and people in masks clashing with police.  “With chaos erupting everywhere, many questions still  loom: who killed John Namath, is the government hiding  something, and what really lies in Area 51? The world may  never know.”  


 “It’s been 3 months since John Namath’s murder  with no lead on who was behind it. Now we are 5 days  away from, as people have dubbed it, Raid on Area 51.  This Saturday, almost a million people plan to storm Area  51 to find out what’s hidden there,” the anchor reported.  “Officials have stated that Area 51 personnel are authorize  to use deadly force on the raiders and will do so this  Saturday. Homeland Secretary Patricia Armstrong had this  to say.”  

The camera was switched to where the secretary was giving  her word to reporters. 

 “Listen up all you keyboard warriors and trolls  who think being tough on the internet is the same as real  life,” the secretary declared. “We got enough rounds in this  base to wipe out an entire country. If you try to break in  this Saturday, you will be killed.” 

 “This is what some people who have signed up  for the raid had to say,” the anchor told. 

The camera switched to a few young people.  

 “So why do you want to risk your life to get into  Area 51?” a reporter asked the group.

 “John Namath died for the truth, and we’re  honoring him by fighting for it. If the government won’t  tell us, we’re going to force the truth to come out even if it  means death.” 

 “Back to you Karen,” the reporter stated. *** 

As Wes drunk his coffee, his friend Kyle rushed up to him.  “Yo Wes, guess what?!” Kyle shrieked.  

 “What dude?” Wes asked. “You almost made me  drop my coffee. 

Kyle grinned. He showed him a paper  


 “Congratulations Kyle Nelson,” Wes read.  “You’re contribution and sacrifice will be deeply rewarded.  Because of you, the lies of an oppressive government will  end. Make preparations because this Saturday you are part  of the raid on Area 51.” 

Wes stared at the paper in shock. 

“Are you serious?” Wes asked.  

 “Yeah, awesome right!” 

 “Hell no! You’re going to get killed. What are  you thinking?” Wes asked. 

 “Dude, come on. Everyone is down with the raid  whether they’re going to do it or just stay at home. There’s  not a person our age who doesn’t want to know what’s in  Area 51.” 

 “That doesn’t mean you have to commit suicide  over it. This isn’t worth your life.” 

Kyle’s smile faded away.

 “Maybe to you it isn’t, but to me and millions of  people it is. Every generation had to fight in something.  World War 2, Civil Rights, War on Terror, and now it’s our  time to fight the government to know the truth. This is the  fight of our generation.” 

Wes shook his head. 

 “They have machine guns dude,” Wes uttered.  “It’s going to be like D-Day except you won’t have any  weapons.” 

 “The Allies didn’t have almost a million people  storming the beach.” 

 “Did you fail history?” Wes sighed. They stood outside the café when a hobo bumped into Wes.   “Woah!” Wes called out. 

They covered their noses with scowls at the horrendous  smell of the hobo.  

 “Hey watch where you’re going,” Kyle told the  hobo. 

The hobo grabbed onto Wes’ arms, staring into his eyes.  

 “You must stop the raid!” the hobo uttered. “It  will be the end of all of us!” 

 “Get off me!” Wes yelled. 

He shoved the hobo off of him. Kyle stepped up to the  hobo. 

 “We got a problem?” Kyle asked.  

The hobo backed up into the street. 

 “You must stop the raid!” the hobo repeated. “It  will be the end of all of us!”

His let out a terrified crazed laugh. A car blew its horn and  hit the hobo in the street sending his body flying to the  ground.  

“Damn!” both of the boys shouted in unison.  

The hobo hit the ground bloodied and motionless. The two  boys stood there shocked as people came out. 

Moments later, ambulances surrounded the scene where  paramedics put the hobo’s body in a body bag. Wes’ sullen  eyes stuck on the corpse.  

 “You alright?” Kyle asked.  

 “This brings back memories,” Wes muttered.   “About Heath?”  

Wes nodded his head, and Kyle gave him a pat on his back. 

 “It’s all good man. Just a reminder that we are  still alive,” Kyle assured.  

Later that night, Wes sat behind the computer where he  uploaded a video on the internet, titled Why the raid on Area 51 is stupid. After a few moments, he received a few  comments. 

∙ Are you autistic? 

∙ Lmfao, just because you’re too stupid to see the  reason behind the raid, doesn’t mean it’s pointless.  Get a clue asshole. 

∙ You say it’s pointless, yet you go to school wasting  money just to be told what to do, only to go into  debt for a pointless degree. Jokes on you. 

∙ You sound like a bitch. 

Wes shook his head at the comments. 

 “I just posted the video, did you even watch it?”  he asked out loud. 

He received another comment, by a username  FriendlyGhost316. 

∙ Finally someone who gets it. 

He received a message, and he checked it revealing to be  from FriendlyGhost316. 

∙ You really think the raid is stupid? – FG. 

∙ Of course. Who the hell would want to rush a base guarded with machine guns? – T 

∙ Morons with nothing to live for, but it’s deeper than  that. It’s all a ploy – FG 

∙ What do you mean? – T 

∙ People are raiding because they believe in  conspiracies, but the raid itself is a conspiracy. It’s a  conspiracy within a conspiracy. – FG. 

∙ Honestly you lost me there dude. – T 

∙ Don’t quit now, because out of all the brainless  morons who are just going with it, you and I are the  only ones who aren’t. I see the truth. I can explain it  all to you in person. – FG. 

∙ It sounds fun, but you don’t even know who I am. – T. 

∙ I saw the banner of your school in the video, I’m in  the area. We can meet at a coffee shop or  

something. You’d want to hear this- FG. 

Wes got on his phone and told Kyle the entire story of the  exchange. 

 “You should meet with him bro,” Kyle told.  “Why, he could be a crazed killer,” Wes retorted. 

 “It’s public. Besides it would be interesting to have for  the channel.” 

Wes pondered. 

 “Fuck it,” Wes agreed. 

He got back on the computer where he typed I’m down. 


 “You can’t be serious?” Wes told  


They sat in the café across from each other. The man was  middle aged with untrimmed hair, and dark circles around  his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in decades.  

 “I am,” he repeated. 

 “You want me to believe you worked at Area 51  as an IT. Someone with as much security clearance as a  janitor yet you were able to secretly record conversations  about the raid?” 

 “I know how it sounds, but yes.” 

Wes stared at him with a blank unamused face.   “Fuck this,” Wes said. 

He got up. 

“Wait!” FG316 called out.  

Wes sat back down.  

“What?” Wes asked.  

FG316 looked around. 

“These people are everywhere – law enforcement  and the media. I can’t trust anyone,” he whispered. “An  unknown is the only safe bet which is why I’m giving you  this.” 

He stuck his hand under the table. Wes looked under,  seeing a flash drive.

 “It’s everything you need to know about the raid.  I don’t know much about what’s inside of Area 51, but I  know something about the raid. I guess that was one of  their lesser secure secrets.” 

“But why me?” 

“Because after seeing your post last night, I realized  you’re the best option.” 

 “For what?” Wes stammered.  

 “To save everyone. This will be the last time you see me. My guess, if they can’t kill me, they’ll frame me  and have me on the run either way.” 

FG316 got up and left, leaving Wes stunned as he inspected the plain flash drive. 

As Wes ate dinner in the living room, he heard the news  play in the background. Next to him the flash drive laid in  the trash can. 

 “Authorities have said this man, is responsible for  the murder of 5 people at his house and is on the run. His  name is Thomas Gallagher,” the news reporter told. 

Wes looked at the tv. He dropped his fork in disbelief. The  suspect on tv was FG316. He went into the trash bin and  took out the flash drive. In his room he watched the video  from the flash drive. It was dated 6 months ago.  

Thomas was in a bathroom stall panting. 

 “This is Thomas Gallagher. If you are watching this then that means I have chosen you to carry on this information,” he whispered. “I was able to intercept some emails between top officials here revealing a raid on Area 51. They’re planning to raid their own building. I don’t know why, but it involves extreme measures to fool the public to participate without knowing who’s behind it.

Maybe they’re planning on a heist and are using the raid as a cover up. Or maybe they’re going to use it as an opportunity to test out a top-secret weapon.” 

He showed a bunch of papers to the camera all labeled TOP SECRET. One was titled Area 51 Raid, and it had the CIA insignia. 

The main door opened. 

 “I have to go,” Thomas whispered. 

He shoved the papers down his pants and walked out. Unknown to him, his phone in his hand was still recording. When he got out the stall, he faced a man whose feet were only shown in the video. 

 “What the hell are you doing?” the man asked.  “Nothing,” Thomas responded. 

 “Are you talking to yourself again?”  “Yeah.” 

 “I swear you’re a weirdo.” 

Thomas put the phone on the sink revealing the other man’s full body. 

Wes’s jaw dropped when he saw the man’s face.  “Oh my god,” Wes gasped. “Heath!” *** 

Kyle had watched the video as he and Wes were in the  bedroom shocked.  

 “Oh my god, it really is your brother.” 

 “I don’t understand,” Wes baffled. “Why didn’t  he tell us he was still alive?” 

 “I can’t believe he works in Area 51!” Kyle  praised. “I thought he was a loser, but holy shit he’s a  fucking g!” 

Wes glared at Kyle causing him to change his tone.

 “Sorry,” Kyle muttered. “You told your mom?” 

 “No, and she must not find out,” Wes responded.  “Not until I see him.” 

Wes stopped pacing. He looked poised. 

 “I’m joining the raid,” Wes declared.  Kyle grinned and slapped Wes on the back.” 

 “That’s what I’m talking about! Welcome to the  fight!” Kyle cheered. 

 “This isn’t about the raid. I don’t care about  aliens or advance weapons. I want to know the truth about  why my brother disappeared and left us.” 

 “Hey whatever motivates you, but you’re one of  us now,” Kyle congratulated. He hugged Wes. “You’re in  for the fight of your life.” 


A news reporter stood in front of a camera in the middle of  nowhere as thousands of people were behind her. There  were news vans, cameras, tents, food stands; everything  civilization could afford was there at the desert. News  reporters interviewed several people with all kinds of  bizarre and outrageous reasons for being there. 

In the months leading up to the raid, religious groups were  formed who believed it was mankind’s destiny to create a  new species with the aliens, and this raid was a way to do that. Some people said they just wanted the technology  there, while other’s believed it would be a cool idea to have  new alien buddies. Meanwhile, some just wanted to clap  some alien cheeks. 

 “I am here miles away from Area 51 where the  raid is hours from start,” the reporter told. “As you can see 

people have gathered and are in wait for the leader of the  event William Cesar to come.” The reporter went up to a  group of people with assault rifles in their hands. “You  guys call yourself alien hunters. Can you explain what you  hope to accomplish here today?” 

They wore shirts with American flags on them. On their  hats read Get Them Aliens Out. 

“We’re going to send them aliens back to whatever  planet they came from,” one of them declared. He had a  southern accent and a beer belly. “Because lord knows that  this country doesn’t need any more illegal aliens. If they’re  inside there, they’ve been getting free food, healthcare, and  everything else for free on our tax paying dollars that could  be going towards homeless vets. That ends today. Murica!” The group hollered and fired bullets in the air.  

 “You do realize that the government is in trillions  of dollars in debt?” the news reporter asked. “We don’t  have to choose what to fund and what not to fund. The  government has enough money to fund everything. It’s just  that politicians usually misuse and abuse that money for  selfish reasons.” 

The man went silent, tripping over his tongue like his brain  went haywire trying to figure out a question too complex  for his mind.  

 “I don’t care!” he argued. “I rather use all that  money on guns than them damn illegals! Murica!” 

They fired again into the air. 

 “Throughout the people here, there are some with  other reasons,” the reporter explained. She went over to a  group of young people wearing shirts that said Free the Aliens. “Can you tell me why you’re here?” 

 “We want to free the aliens,” one of them spoke.  “Those aliens didn’t do anything wrong by being here. 

They came over here to start a new life, and our  government has them locked up against their own will. It’s  not right, and we’re going to rescue them. They will be free  and proud citizens of this country because no one is  illegal.” 

One of the‘alien hunters’ came over.  

 “Do you hear yourself?” he asked. “If you love  them so much why won’t you let them stay in your house  after you free them huh? I bet you don’t want an alien  living next to your family. You don’t know what it’s  capable of, but you’re so willing to let a complete stranger  who can’t even speak our language live among you? They  might even suck your brains out.” 

 “If the aliens exist, it’s a possibility that they’re  locked up there for a reason and shouldn’t be let out,” the  news reporter added. 

 “I don’t care, it’s better than being a racist like  you!” the teen barked.  

 “I’m a racist because I’m a patriot who doesn’t  want anyone to get a free ride?” he asked. “I bet you’d let  one of them suck your brain out and fuck your sister in  front of you all in the name of progressiveness.” 

 “That’s right!” a young man yelled. “No one is  illegal! Racists and fascists get beat!” 

 “They can have their way with me!” a girl called  out from the group. 

She flashed her boobs at the camera which was instantly  blurred out. 

A bunch of stoners who were smoking weed with red eyes  walked into the camera.

 “Hey fuck that. We going in there to take some  guns and come out with foreign whips!” 

 “That’s what I’m talking about!” another one  agreed.  

They slapped hands.  

 “I’m coming in Area 51 walking, but leaving out  in a space ship and some mega guns!” another one cheered.  “Aye I’m about to rescue an alien and have a new homie.” 

 “Aye, aye,” the other one spoke, slapping his  friend on the shoulder. “Imagine they got fine ass alien  broads in there with 3 boobs like that one movie with  Schwarzenegger.” 

They all laughed. 

 “Back to you Karen,” the new reporter said to the  camera. 


At Area 51, rows of soldiers were lined up as the colonel walked up to the front of the line. He moved back and forth  glaring at the soldiers. 

 “Today is the day when Heaven and Hell is going  to have a long ass waiting line!” the colonel declared. “It’s  the day when natural selection finally runs its course  because millions of dumb fucks want to break into this  base. Soon they come! Soon they come to see what’s been  lying behind these walls for decades. The only thing they’re  going to find is lead. I don’t give a damn if it’s your mom  breaking in, you put that bitch down and bill Uncle Sam the  funeral cost. Do you understand!?” 

 “Sir yes sir!” the soldiers screamed.  “Good, now move out to your positions!”


Hours passed as the sun was still out. The crowd had increased drastically with hordes of people stretching  across the plain. Wes and Kyle stood in the middle of the  army. Kyle wore red face paint and an army uniform while  Wes was dressed in his regular clothes. 

 “What are we waiting for?” Wes whispered to  Kyle. 

 “The leader of the event to get here,” Kyle said.  He clapped his hands, shaking back and forth with  excitement. “This shit is about to go down!”  

A car pulled up to the front of the crowd. A middle age  man got out. The crowd roared at his presence, sending a  shockwave for miles.  

 “It’s him, William Cesar,” the camera crew in the  helicopter told. 

William got the podium, settling down the crowd.   “Are you ready?” he yelled. 

The crowd yelled. 

 “Fuck a speech. Let’s get on with this shit,”  William declared. “Draw your swords!” 

Everyone drew their swords from their casings. Dumbfounded, Wes spotted Kyle who had a sword,  noticing everyone expect for him had a scabbard. 

 “What the fuck?” Wes baffled.  

 “We’re doing it the old fashion way since swords  are legal in all 50 states, and guns are not.” 

 “How come nobody told me about this?” he  asked. 

 “You got a letter in the mail when you signed up,  remember?” Kyle revealed.  

Fuck, Wes thought remembering he had never officially signed up. Next to them a shirtless buff dude huffed and  puffed. His eyes bulged out of his head as his veins popped  out his neck. He drank an energy drank and smashed the  can against his head. Blood leaked out the cut on his  forehead.  

“Let’s fucking go!” he screamed jumping up and  down. 

 “To victory!” William screamed. 

He turned around and rushed forward. Everyone else  rushed behind him waving their swords as they yelled. As  people ran past him, William stopped. He tossed his sword  and smirked.  

 “Fucking idiots,” William laughed. “Have fun  getting killed!” 

When he turned around, his eyes shat open as he was in the  rushers’ way. Someone knocked him down on the ground.  People trampled over him. He coughed up blood.  

 “Stop! Help me please!” he cried wheezing.  People ignored him, trampling him to death.  


At the base soldiers stood guard on top of the building with  their assault rifles out. Other soldiers were at turrets. 

 “Damn bro we’re really about to kill civilians,” a  soldier stammered. 

They frowned at each other. A wave of gloominess hit  them all as they contemplated their forthcoming actions.  One of them laughed causing them all to laugh.

“So?!” one mocked. “You think I give a fuck?!” 

“We about to catch some bodies!” another one  boasted.  

 “It’s about to be No Russian in this bitch! Call it  No American!”  

They continued laughing.  

 “Wait!” one yelled. “Do you hear that?” The ground shook beneath them.  

 “No fucking way,” one of them gasped.  

Through the binoculars, a horde of people raced towards  them with swords in their hands.  

 “Oh shit! Sound the alarm! They’re here!” he  screamed.  

A soldier cocked his machine gun.  

“It’s time, bitch.” 

In the oval office the president sat down watching the live  feed of the raid.  

In a room, people in suits were gambling and smoking  cigars as they watched the raid on tv. 

 “We funa win big on these bets tonight!” one  cheered. 

At a house a boy ran down the stairs where his family  watched the raid.  

 “Hurry Jimmy, it’s starting!” his mom called out. 

The boy jumped on the couch as the family watched in  unison, enthralled. 


Inside the base, personnel watched the aerial feed of the  raid in infrared.  

 “Not yet,” a techie at the computer stated. His  eyes were glued to the screen as he toyed with a pen  between his fingers. Sweat glistered his face. “Almost  there.” 

 “Get them bastards,” the colonel uttered.  The dots on the screen got closer to the base.   “Now!” the techie yelled. 

He pressed a button. Outside, the horde got closer to the  compound. They were still acres away. 

 “Fucking voodoo magic!” a rusher screamed. 

The ground shook then caved in. A tremendous ball of fire  erupted as explosions came from the ground. 

 “Holy shit!” a soldier on top of the base yelled.  

Explosions filled the ground, devouring people. Screams  filled the air. Back in the computer room, many dots  disappeared on the screen.  

 “How many is that?” the colonel asked. 

 “Almost 100 thousand killed, and numbers are  increasing rapidly!”  

 “Not enough!” the colonel retorted. “I want more  dammit!”  

Outside, bombs continued to go off, sending body parts in  the air. Screams filled the air. Corpses and blood covered  the ground. Wes and Kyle, unharmed from the carnage,  stopped to see the massacre around them. 

 “There has to be another way in!” Wes said.

 “This is the only way!” Kyle declared. “We have  to keep pushing!” 

The horde was scattered as people were being separated by  bombs in irregular patterns. They kept pushing forward.  

 “Those were all the bombs we had,” the techie  revealed.  

Majority of the dots were gone on the screen.   “It’s over 500 thousand!”  

The room cheered as the colonel showed a slight smile.  

 “Good! Now leave the rest of them to the  bullets,” the colonel remarked. 

Outside the soldiers aimed their guns on the crowd.   “Rain fire!” one yelled.  

They let loose on the horde, spraying everyone they could  hit. As Wes and Kyle kept running, people around them  were being ripped to shreds.  

 “Keep pushing!” Kyle screamed. 

Wes took a glimpse of the destruction around him. People  ran while their bodies were on fire. One guy was missing  an arm and calmly picked it up off the ground. The soldiers  cheered as they kept mowing people down.  

 “This is better than Iran!” one laughed.  

Despite the gunfire, the rushers kept moving forward. They  got closer and arrived to the base’s wall.  

 “Keep shooting!” a soldier yelled. 

As the raiders banged on the wall, they dropped like flies  from the fire above. With bodies pilling up, the rushers  jumped on top of the corpses, using them as ladders. The 

more the bodies dropped, the higher the rushers got. The  corpses stacked high enough to allow the rushers to make it  over the wall.  

As soon as one jumped over the wall, a machine gun  obliterated her entire upper body to shreds. The number of rushers over the wall increased drastically. A rusher swung  his sword and decapitated a soldier’s head. The rushers  stormed the turrets. They were mowed down, but their  numbers and relentless pursuit overwhelmed the turrets.  They grabbed the soldiers at the turrets and threw them off  the base.  

The rushers overwhelmed the soldiers, even taking control  of the turrets and firing at the soldiers, killing other rushers  in the process. With no more soldiers left, the rushers raced  to a 15 feet steel door. 

 “Holy shit, they’re at the door,” a techie stuttered.   “It’ll hold,” the colonel told. 

 “I don’t know, sir. It’s over a 100 thousand  people.” 

The colonel gulped. Outside people banged against the  metal door screaming. They smashed their fist and heads  against it, and some even stabbed it with their swords like  fucking idiots. 

 “Ram it!” someone yelled. 

They rammed the door with their shoulders in a  collaborated effort, pushing back and forth together.  


The force grew stronger, causing a dent in the door. Inside  the base, a group of soldiers and the colonel stood by the  door with their assault rifles out. A few tanks rolled up to  the door next to the soldiers as the scientists fretted. 

 “Give these keyboard warriors everything you  got!” the colonel ordered.  

A soldier crossed himself.  

 “Oh fuck,” he quivered.  

The door busted open; thousands poured in. The soldiers  and tanks opened fire. Bloodshed filled the base as both  sides took casualties: rushers got shot as soldiers got  impaled with swords. Some rushers rushed the tanks,  getting on top of them. They jumped inside the tanks. 

Blood spurted up from the tanks, and soldiers’ limbs were  tossed out. Scientists ran away, but were cut down by the  rushers, not being spared at all. A scientist tripped over and  fell. A rusher ran towards him.  

“No please!” the scientist cried. 

The rusher snickered and severed his head off.   “Fall back!” a soldier screamed. 

Some soldiers retreated as others kept fighting.  

 “Keep fighting you fucking cowards!” the  colonel yelled.  

He nailed every rusher who ran towards him. They got  closer to him as the colonel backed up. He went to reload,  but as he did, a sword stuck him in the gut. He dropped his  gun and fell to his knees. Blood coming out of his mouth,  he looked up to see his attacker smiling at him. 

 “You must be in charge with all those stars.  Where are the aliens?” the raider asked. 

The colonel spat out blood. A look of disgust came on his  face.  

 “Fuck you.”

The attacker swung his sword and cut the colonel’s head off. Wes and Kyle arrived inside the base. The butchery  enthralled Kyle as Wes trembled at it.  

 “We have to find Heath,” Wes mentioned. 

 “And how do you suppose we do that?” Kyle mocked. “The best way to do that is to kill everyone and  then find him.” 

 “This is crazy, I can’t do this,” Wes trembled.  

Kyle picked up a sword from a dead raider and handed it to  Wes.  

“See it is simple, you just stab.” 

Wes shook with the sword in his hand.  

“No, no,” he whimpered. “This is too much.” 

“Eat shit you fucking commie!” a soldier screamed  with his gun out.  

He ran towards the two. Wes swung the sword and sliced  the soldier across the chest, killing him. Seeing the young  face of the soldier, put Wes in a trance. The dead eyes  stared back at him, being no older than him. Wes realized  for the first time in his life, he had killed someone.  

 “I killed someone!” Wes cried. “Kyle, I don’t-.” 

He turned only to see Kyle stabbing a soldier on the  ground. 

 “Wait!” a soldier cried. 

Enthralled, Kyle stuck the sword through the soldier’s chest. Blood splashed Kyle’s face, and he licked it, enticed  by the taste.

 “This shit is better than Call of Duty!” Kyle  cheered. He turned to Wes. “Come on! You don’t want to  die a virgin do ya!?”  

Wes stared at the blood on his hands. He took a deep  breath, closing his eyes. Visions of Heath filled his mind,  taking him back to his childhood. When he reopened his  eyes, he wore a glare as he clinched his fists. He wiped the  blood of the dead soldier on his face.  

“Let’s go!” he declared.  

He marched off with Kyle and the raiders. As the rushers  proceeded through the base, soldiers mowed down the  horde, but ultimately got overwhelmed by the numbers. 

They entered into a section where advance weaponry was  at, looking like they came out of a sci-fi movie.  

 “Damn!” someone cheered. “This some Halo  type shit!” 

People picked up the weapons off the rack and played with  them. They fired the weapons, shooting out blue energy  blasts that destroyed the walls.  

 “Holy shit!” one yelled.  

They came across small space ships and other advance  vehicles. 

 “Now this is my shit!” another person exclaimed. 

He jumped onto the bike and pressed a button. It started  floating in the air. 

 “Yall see this shit?!” he yelled.  

It took off, but he lost control and crashed into the wall.  The bike exploding, taking him with it. Everyone continued  moving forward. They found new weapons, getting  whatever they could scavenge. 

Kyle and Wes had picked up a few advance pistols and shot  at soldiers. The raiders made it into another section where a  quaking scientist hid in the corner. A raider yanked the  scientist by the coat. 

 “Where the fuck are the aliens!? Don’t lie, we  know you have them!” the raider demanded.  

The scientist trembled, pointing at the dark corridor.  

 “You don’t want to go in there,” the scientist  quivered. “They’re locked up for a reason.” 


The rusher blew the scientist head off with the advance  gun, turning his head into goo. 

 “Hey everybody, we’re about to see some  fucking aliens!” 

Everyone cheered and followed the guy down the  coordinator. He had the scientist’s ID, and swiped at the  door. The big metal doors opened to a huge room, causing  people to awe in disbelief at what they saw. 

Hundreds of pods containing all kinds of aliens were in the  room. The aliens were floating in water as they were  unconscious with tubes in their mouths. Someone pressed a  button on a console, and all the pods opened. Water flooded the room to a few feet before going down the drain. The  aliens opened their eyes, slowly getting to their feet as  everyone ogled at them. Someone with a Free The Aliens shirt approached one of the aliens.  

“You’re free,” he told the alien. 

He stuck his hand out to the alien. The alien caressed the  man’s hand. As soon as the man smiled, the alien ripped his  arm completely off. Blood spurted out the man’s stub of an  arm as he screamed. Everyone yelled in shock at the horror.

The alien jumped on top of him and ripped his head off  with its bare hands. The aliens charged at the raiders,  killing many in the process as some fought back while  others ran. In midst of the chaos, a green female alien with  3 breasts wandered away.  

 “Aye!” someone called out.  

She turned and saw a group of 3 guy. 

 “Damn, you is fine!” one cheered.   “She got 3 racks, just like the movies!” The alien smiled at them. 

 “I think she wants some human action!” 

The alien started taking off her shirt. The boys got excited,  slapping hands. When she took off her shirt, her chest  separated revealing teeth, causing them to gasp. 

 “What the fuck?!” one screamed.  

A long ass tongue shot out of her chest, cutting one at his  waist. His torso slid off his legs, and his intestines fell out.  They screamed and ran, but her tongue wrapped both of  them, and brought them to her chest where the teeth  devoured them. The alien morphed into one of her slain  victims. 

“Shit man boi,” the alien giggled, mimicking his  voice.  

The alien strolled away. Down another corridor, the alien  hunters were shooting their human weapons at tiny gray  aliens who were running away. 

 “Oh boy this is great!” the leader cheered as they  mowed the aliens down.  

Some of the small aliens hid behind a desk.

 “Come on out you little bastards!” he yelled. 

He caught sight of one and shot its legs off. The grey alien  crawled on the ground with green blood staining the floor.  The leader marched over to it, staring into the alien’s black  eyes. The little gray alien trembled. 

 “You thought you were going to steal my tax  paying dollars, didn’t ya?” he teased. “Well welcome to  America you illegal fuck!” 

The man stomped on the alien’s head, turning it into mush,  splattering its brains on the floor.  

 “Fuck these illegals!” he yelled.  

He stood there popping numerus aliens of different species  as they fled from him. He cheered with his boys like  maniacs. 

 “Go back to Mars!” he ranted. 

One of his cronies bounced up and down by an open door  leading to a dark room. 

 “Hey dad, I shot another one!” he yelled.  “That’s good son!” 

The son danced like an idiot until he heard huge footsteps coming from the dark room. He turned to the room as he  trembled. Looking up at what had come out, his jaw  dropped. A ginormous alien, standing over 10 feet tall,  possibly over a ton with huge muscles glared at him. Piss  leaked out the boy’s pants.  

“Shit,” he gulped.  

The alien bitch slapped the son, breaking his neck on  impact, sending him flying across the room. His body  splattered on the wall, leaving a bloody smear on it. 

 “No!” the leader yelled. 

One of the alien hunters ran up to the big alien, shooting at  him. The bullets bounced off the alien’s skin causing no  damage.  

 “You made my sister a widow you  motherfucker!” he yelled. “That was my brother!”  

The alien snatched him off the ground by the legs.  “Billy!” the leader cried.  

The alien clutched Billy’s head and ripped him apart in  front of his family as they stood in shock. The alien threw  the remains away and walked off.  

 “Hey space monkey!” the father yelled.  The alien turned around. They glared at each other. 

 “You travel millions of miles across space, and  you’re still a space monkey!” the father insulted. 

The alien started huffing and puffing as if he had a clue  what the father had said. The father grinned. 

 “That’s right,” he continued. “You can have all  the technology, and you still a space monkey!” 

The alien charged at the man. The rest of the alien hunters  shot at him. As the alien charged, he knocked the shooters  out the way, killing them in the process. The bullets were  useless.  

 “You think you going to get my hard earn  dollars?” the leader barked, shooting as the alien got closer  to him. “You think you can come here and live off of the  backs of hardworking Americans?” 

The alien was now in line of sight as there was nobody  else, but him and the leader.

 “Well fuck that, and fuck you! I’m sending your  ass back to whatever shithole you came from. You  goddamn space mo-!” 

The alien approached the leader and raised his boot over  the leader’s head. The leader gasped, seeing his life flash  before his eyes. The alien brought his boot down, crushing  the leader completely underneath him.  

The alien wiped the blood off his boot and spat at the  leader’s corpse. He rushed away, tearing the facility apart.  

Far away from the fighting, Wes looked around. Kyle had  continue to fight as they agreed to meet in the front if they  survived. 

Wes opened a door. He halted at the sight of a man with a  hat that said FUCK THE ALIENS, MURICA, who was butt  naked with a male alien. The two looked at Wes.  “This isn’t what it looks like,” the man quivered.  

Wes shut the door. A girl wearing a Free The Aliens shirt  was being chased by an alien.  

 “Oh my god, why did I ever think freeing them  was a good idea!?” she yelled. 

A naked man ran past Wes.  

 “I came here for snacks, but I ended up being the  snack!” the man cried. 

A flying saucer zoomed through the base. Inside was a man  and an alien smoking weed, eyes redder than the devil’s ass  as the cockpit was lit with smoke.  

 “I got my little alien homie! We out!” the  pothead cheered. 

The saucer blasted a ray at the ceiling and flew into the sky.  As Wes kept looking around, he found nothing, but bodies  of humans and aliens that surrounded him.  

 “Wes!” a voice called out. 

He turned. His mouth dropped in disbelief at who stood in  front of him.  

“Heath,” Wes uttered. “How did-.” 

 “Now’s not the time,” Heath interrupted. He  spoke rapidly. “Time is running out, and you must listen. I  faked my death, so I could work on a project full time. The  government killed John Namath and created the raid. They  wanted the raid to happen, so they can give the dead bodies  to the aliens we’ve been working with in exchange for  more of their technology.” 

 “Working with?” Wes questioned. “Look around  you, the aliens hate us, and they have every right to do so.  They were locked in cages.” 

 “We lied to them and told them that their fellow  comrades were helping us. In reality we would keep them  in cells to experiment on them. We bit off more than we  could chew.” 

A thunderous boom came from the sky as the ground  shook.  

 “What is that?” Wes asked. 

Heath took out a tablet and checked on it. He showed Wes  camera feed from the skies above, showing numerous ships  hovering over the building. 

 “The freed aliens must’ve contacted their friends  and told them what goes down here, and now they’re  pissed. Fuck,” Heath sighed. “We had no idea the raid 

would be successful. We underestimated the power of  stupidity.” 

 “So you guys fucked us, is that it?” Wes  interrogated. “Got too greedy, betrayed your own race and  the aliens, and now we’re all going to die because of it.” 

 “No we’re not,” Heath informed. 

He took out a futuristic watch.  

 “What is this?” Wes asked. 

 “It’s the project I had been working on.” 

Heath pressed a button and a holographic projection of the  Earth popped up with numbers circling around it. The year  showed up. As Heath pressed another button, a different  year showed. 

 “It’s time travel Wes. I’m going back in time to  stop John from dying to prevent all of this. Once I’m done,  everything will be back to normal.” 

 “Will you visit us then?” 


Wes smiled and they hugged each other. Heath’s smile  vanished. 

 “Look out!” Heath yelled. 

He pushed Wes out the way. The alien blasted Heath in the  chest with his ray gun. Wes grabbed a gun on the floor and  shot the alien dead before it could get another shot off. 

“Heath!” Wes yelled. 

He ran over to his brother’s body. Smoke came from the  gaping hole that had ripped through his chest cavity, 

revealing his ribs. Wes cried as he held onto his brother’s  hand.  

“No why!” Wes wept.  

As he wept, his eyes gazed at the watch. He grabbed the  watch and pressed a button, causing a portal to open up. He  looked back at his brother’s corpse. The halls were filled  with sounds of screams and gun fire as the fighting  continued. A faint smile came on his face. 

“I’m going to make it better,” Wes uttered.  

He stepped into the portal and vanished.  

Part 3 

Jumping out the portal, Wes arrived at a stage behind a  curtain. He heard the sound of a crowd on the other side of  the curtain. A man in a suit stood behind the curtain with  his back turned towards Wes.  

 “This is it John, the moment the world’s been  waiting for,” the man spoke. 

 “John Namath?” Wes called out. 

John turned around stunned. 

 “How did you get in here?” John stammered.  

 “I don’t have time to explain, but if you go out  there, you’re going to die.” 

 “Another conspiracy?” John chuckled. “Get the  outta here before I call security.” 

 “I’m from the future!” Wes yelled. “If you really  worked at Area 51, you might know a guy name Heath Dexter who worked on time travel.  

John stammered for a minute with a shock expression, but  regained his composure with a blank look. 

 “That’s it, I’m calling the security,” John  asserted.  

 “Fuck it.” 

He pressed on the watch and vanished causing John to  freeze. Jumping out the portal, Wes appeared with an old  rusted rifle. He threw it at John’s feet.  

 “I got that off of a dead soldier in World War 1.  You believe me now?” Wes asked. 

John’s mouth hung as he trembled.  

 “Impossible,” John fretted.  

 “You better believe it because we’re running out  of time,” Wes explained “The government set you up.  They’re going to assassinate you during your speech to stir  people up. They’ll orchestrate a raid on Area 51 and get  millions to join. They want to give the corpses from the  battle to aliens in exchange for more technology.” 

“What the fuck?” John stammered. 

“That’s not the worst part,” Wes continued. “The  aliens escape during the raid which leads to a full scale  invasion from many different alien races.” 

John hadn’t move as he remained frozen, considering what  he had heard. He grinned then laughed to Wes’ surprise. 

 “Oh my god, you really are stupid, aren’t you?”  John laughed. “I know all about their plan!” 

 “You do?” 

 “Of course, I agreed to it!” John revealed. He  opened his suit jacket, revealing a bulletproof vest  underneath it. “My death will be faked, and I’ll be sent to a  different country with a shit load of cash. I’m thinking  South America. They got some bad women down there.”

 “You’re crazy,” Wes uttered. “I can’t believe you  would lie and betray millions of people who trusted you.” 

 “What are you, 12? Wake the fuck up, this is  America! It’s all about getting yo bag! I’ll make sure to tell  them to change their raid strategy for a better outcome.  Thanks for the warning kid!” John boasted. He picked up  the gun and aimed it at Wes. “You even gave me a weapon,  you must really like me!” 

 “Wait there’s something you need to know,” Wes  told, holding his hands up. “You don’t get shot in the vest.  You get shot in the head.” 

John’s eyebrows raised.  

 “What?” John gasped. “They wouldn’t!” 

 “You’re their loose end. They don’t give a fuck  about you,” Wes insulted with a smirk.  


Wes reached towards his pockets. 

 “Aye!” John yelled pointing the gun at Wes.  “I’m just getting my phone.” 

He grabbed his phone and searched the web. He slid the  phone across the floor towards John. When John looked at  the screen, his eyelids shot wide open.  

 “No,” John gasped. “Why?” 

Tears fell from his eyes.  

“Why!?” he cried.  

 “Now you see,” Wes spoke. “They don’t give a  shit about you, me, or anyone else expect for money and 

power. The question is what are you going to do about  it?”  

 “What can I do?” John quivered. “I’m a dead  man regardless.” 

 “Not if you escape right now. Flee to a country  that gives you asylum and leak the information you already  have. That way people will know the truth, and won’t feel  the need to raid Area 51 for it. They will force the  government to disclose everything meanwhile you’ll be  safe.” 

John gulped.  

 “There’s just one problem,” he uttered. “I never  worked at Area 51. I’m just a puppet used by the  government for this whole scheme they’ve been planning  for years.” 

Wes’ jaw dropped. 

 “Are you fucking kidding me?” Wes demanded.  

 “I’m sorry,” John stated. “I fucked up  everything.” 

He put the rifle in his mouth.  

 “No!” Wes yelled. 

John pulled the trigger, blowing his brains out. Wes stood  there in dismay, trembling at the corpse.  

 “Ladies and gentleman, John Namath!” a voice  yelled outside.  

His heart raced as he sweated. He looked back between the  body and the curtains, completely lost on what to do.  Staring at the curtains, he gulped as he wiped the sweat off his head. Game time bitch, Wes thought. 

The crowd clapped as the curtains opened, but they stopped  when they saw Wes traipsing to the podium. The arena  grew dead silent. Wes quaked, seeing the confused faces.  

 “Where is John?” someone called out.  “We want John!”  

The crowd kept chanting, turning angry. Wes scanned  through the crowd, sweating profusely as he didn’t know  what to say. 

 “Everyone shut the fuck up!” he yelled. The crowd became silent. He took a deep breath.  “John is in the John?” Wes guessed.  

The crowd chuckled giving slight relief to Wes. In a  building nearby was man with a sniper pointed at Wes. He  had an earpiece in his ear. 

 “Sir,” the man spoke through the earpiece. “You  want me to take this kid out?” 

 “No. Stick to the plan and wait for John. We  can’t afford him getting away if shots get fired too early.” 

Back on the stage Wes gathered his thoughts, then his eyes  lit up. He rolled up his sleeve, giving sight of the time  traveling watch. He raised it in the air. 

 “I am from the future,” Wes gulped.  People laughed again. 

 “Oh you don’t believe me?” Wes chuckled. He  pressed some buttons on the watch. “Believe this!” 

After pressing another button, a portal appeared, and Wes  jumped in it. He reappeared through the portal and the 

audience gasped at what was on stage. Wes was holding the  corpse of an alien. 

 “Here is an alien from the raid on Area 51 in the  future!” Wes yelled. He reached into his pocket and took  out the futuristic pistol. “And this.” 

He fired it in the air, shooting a blue energy blast. The  crowd had their phones out, recording him. He dropped the  alien and the gun and put his hands out. 

 “You want me motherfuckers!” Wes yelled.  “They know the truth! So come and shoot me if you like!  I’m right here!” 

As he stood there, he realized there was no sound of a  gunshot and no screams. He opened he eyes to see people  still filming him, people who were now believers. He  grabbed the advance gun and alien and threw them on the  ground where people rushed over to record.  

 “Now you know what’s in Area 51,” Wes  declared. “But don’t use violence or raid the base like they  want. You will all die.” 

Everyone kept their eyes on him, compelled by his  message. 

“Do it peacefully through protests. Call these  politicians to force them to call for hearings. Get them to  put the CIA and other officials on trial to release all the  information.”  

A gun went off, bursting Wes’ head open. Everyone  screamed and ran. A guy from the crowd jumped on the  stage and ran towards the corpse. He snatched the watch off  of Wes’ dead cold hands. He held it up. 

 “It’s mine!” the man cheered. 

He was sniped in the head, and his body slumped next to  Wes. Two men in black wearing shades entered from the  curtains. They took the watch and put it in a briefcase.  They went back behind the curtains, unnoticed by everyone  else.  


In a lab, a man in a suit stood next to a scientist in a white  lab coat. They stood over a deck, looking at the numerous  rooms below them. One room was filled with aliens in  capsules, and another one had advance weaponry. The man  in the suit had a briefcase.  

“This is fucking mess. Now these politicians,  media, and the public want to know everything. In a few  months we’ll be shut down,” the suit groaned. He calmed  down, raising an eyebrow as a smirk came on his face.  “Unless.” 

“What?” the lab coat asked.  

 “This is your design. You know how to use it.” 

 “My design is still a prototype. This one is a  finished product.” 

The suit patted the scientist on the back.  

 “You’re a smart guy. Figure it out,” the suit  assured.  

The suit opened the briefcase revealing the time traveling  watch stained with blood.  

 “You know what to do?” the suit asked.  

 “Go back in time and kill the kid before he could  ever stop the assassination of John.” 

 “And then our plan goes on like we wanted it,”  the suit boasted. 

 “But it doesn’t seem right,” the scientist argued. “Why would he go back in time to stop all of it? What if he  was trying to prevent something bad from happening from  the raid?” 

 “What’s so bad about selling millions of bodies  to aliens for technology? We do it all the time!” the suit  laughed. 

 “I don’t know,” the scientist sighed.  

 “Don’t try to figure it out. Just do your job.  Besides, it’s just one kid getting killed. That shouldn’t be a  problem, right?” 

The scientist took the watch, staring at it. 

 “No,” the scientist sighed. 

 “That’s good,” the suit spoke. “He died already  today by our bullet, and he’ll day again in the past by it. It’s  like it was destiny.” 

The suit laughed as he strolled away. As the man looked at  the blood stained watch, tears fell from his eyes.  

As the man in the suit sipped his coffee, the alarm went  off. He typed on his computer and saw footage of the  scientist burning the watch.  

 “What the fuck!?” the suit yelled.  

The suit and a group of armed guards barged into the room  where the scientist was at.  

 “What the hell are you doing!?” the suit yelled. 

 “You son of a bitch! You killed Wes!” the  scientist screamed.  

The suit looked surprised.

 “Wes?” he gasped. He grinned and chuckled. “Oh shit! That kid was your brother, Heath? What are you  sad about, you’re the one who asked for your death to be  faked, so you could get away.” 

 “Doesn’t mean I don’t love him.” 

 “Oh don’t worry. After we kill you, we’ll kill him  in the past, and yo momma! It’ll be a family reunion,” the  suit laughed. He turned to the soldiers with a serious tone.  “Kill him.” 

 “Wait!” Heath yelled. He revealed his finger on a  red button on the watch. “You kill me, my finger goes off  this button, and we all blow up with this entire building.” 

 “Bullshit. It’s a time traveling watch, not a  bomb,” the suit argued. 

 “I put in a fail switch just in case it got in the  wrong hands. Now unless you want to feel some heat, you  are going to let me walk out of here.” 

They shared glares at each other.  

 “Fuck it,” the suit said. “He’s bluffing, shoot him  anyways.” 

The soldiers didn’t move as they fretted. 

 “I said shoot him!” the suit yelled.  

 “Sir, he may be telling the truth,” a soldier  uttered. 

 “I didn’t ask for your opinion!” 

The suit snatched a rifle and shot the soldier. He then lit up  Heath’s chest, sending him crashing out the window. When  the suit walked over, he saw Heath’s corpse surrounded by  workers looking at the scene. The suit started laughing. 

 “Back to work!” the suit yelled. He chuckled.  “That motherfucker thought he could fool me.” 

The suit continued laughing but unknown to him Heath’s  fingers slid off the button, then the suit heard a beeping  noise, shutting his laughter off. 

 “Oh shit,” he gasped. 

An explosion emitted from the watch, devouring the entire  building in flames.  


In the coffee shop, people watched as the news had the  headline US AIRFORCE FACILITY AKA AREA 51 DESTROYED IN AN EXPLOSION. The footage  showed a fire miles away from where it was being  recorded. 

 “Hey everybody!” a man in the coffee shop  screamed. “The government destroyed Area 51 to hide  evidence. I say we raid the White House for answers!” 

Everyone cheered. 

6 months later 

A man ran into the oval office.  

 “Sir, the raid on the White House just broke 12  million participants. They got people coming all over the  world, including government officials from different  countries.” 

The chair turned around revealing the president who was  smoking a cigar. He cocked an M-4 and smiled.  

 “Let the games begin.”

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