The last good day

Robert hated the snow. He hated it because it fell down on the ice hiding it. Making the ice all hidden and smug. The ice all slippery. He wanted to go out. But he knew that it would just be a long slipy fall on your face kind of walk. Robert knew that that was a good metaphor for his life. Slipping on hidden ice. He would be going along nice and out of nowhere he would slip. Little did he know that he was about to hit the biggest patch of ice in his life!
Out in space just past the outside of the universe a comet was moving behind the comet riding in the tail of the comet was a spaceship. The scientist on earth had seen the comet. But they did not see the spaceship behind it. The science showed that the comet would pass the earth safely. Weeks went by then the comet past as predicted but as the comet pasted the earth the spaceship stayed behind letting the comet go on its way. The spaceship entered the earth’s atmosphere. The ship descended fast. Flying fast and smashing into the sea. The ship went all the way to the bottom of the sea and anchored itself down to the seabed.
Six weeks latter Robert sat on the end of his bed. Looking down at his feet on the cold wood floor under his bed. It was cold in the cellar and it was making the floor cold. Robert went and had a bath and dressed. He went down into the cellar. He put more wood into the woodstove. He sat there listening to the fire crackle. He poked the log with a poker. He got up and went outside. The log cabin was his dads. Robert’s father had willed it to him.
Robert remembered his father Avery time he looked at the outside of the cabin. Robert liked the quite of the higher peeks around him. He had been a city guy most of his life.
But now looking back at it he wondered what had he been thinking. It was quite. Robert liked the cabin more in the summer. He hated the snow. He always had to hike down 100 feet down the slop to get to the garage. He always would fall at lest once a week. But not today. He got down to the garage and climbed into the jeep. His father also had willed it to him. Robert drove down the slope and over the pass. He entered the tunnel that went throw one of the mountains that where like a wall around his cabin. He had to turn on all of his lights. The tunnel lights where not on. Robert did not find that odd. He figured that maybe they had lost power in the snowstorm from the day before. So he kept going. Robert slowed down there was a Mac truck turned over inside the tunnel in front of him.
He got out of the jeep and climbed up to look down into the cab to see if anyone was in it.
No one was in the cab. He climbed down and got back in the jeep. There was space to get by the truck and its container it was haling. The container was also on its side. As he creped past it he looked for the driver with his mounted searchlight like the ones they have on police cars. As the light hit the top of the container the word “Hostess” was seen.
When he pasted the back end he saw that the back doors where open. He got out and walked over. Now he was worried Robert removed his 50-caliber desert eagle from his shoulder holster under his coat. His coat was a Canada hockey coat. It said Canada on the back with a hockey player inside a maple leaf. On the front on the left side was a Canada flag with two hockey sticks behind it. He aimed the gun at the opening. The container had been stripped clean of its cargo. But there where empty boxes that had been opened. So it had been humans and not something like wild dogs or wolfs or foxes that had emptied out the container. Something was wrong. Robert found the lock on the ground it had been cut off. The look of the cut was rough like someone had used a sharp kitchen knife to slowly cut the lock off. It would have taken at lest two days to do so. That meant that there was no one looking for the truck. Something was really wrong. Robert got back in the jeep keeping his gun in easy reach in his lap. Down near the front of the tunnel Robert saw the body of the trucker. It looked like it had been ripped apart by wild dogs. That’s when he saw it. A snapped crane cable outside the tunnel was a small constructor crane. Robert knew what had happened by looking at it. Someone had used the crane to “TRIPLINE” the truck as it went into the tunnel. It had to have been a group of people to set up the trap. They must have wanted what was inside. That was bad. Robert knew that if they where doing that it must mean they needed food so bad that they where willing to fill up on “Twinkies”. Robert wanted to go home back up to his cabin but he also was filled with bewilderment he wanted to know what was going on. He kept driving till he reached the small downtown area there was dead bodies everywhere. He needed to find info. He pulled up to the post office the door was open. Robert ran into the post office. He ran up to his P.O box # 2012. He unlocked it. He pulled out the mail inside hoping there would be a letter from someone that had some kind of clue about what had happened. There was nothing just a plus sized porn magazine and a bunch of junk mail and his 90 day sex offender address conformation paperwork. Robert lathed when he saw it knowing that most likely his address or that he was a sex offender no longer mattered. The box was still open. He saw a flash of someone looking out at him from the back of the P.O box #2012. A door near him open. It was a female postal worker. In uniform. She was chubby and had long brown hair up in a ponytail. She had a red headband on. She looked like she was a sorting room worker. “DO YOU HAVE FOOD?” she asked. “None on me” said Robert. It was the first time Robert had spoke in 6 mouths and she was the first person he had spoken to in a year. Robert had no phone or Internet up in his cabin but he did have a laptop for writing and printing off letters. “What is going on?” Robert asked. “Do you got a car or something?” she asked “yes and what is going on?” Robert asked. “Get me out of here and up into the mountains and I will tell you on the way” she said. “Ok. I have a cabin we can go there and I have a basement full of hunted deer and woodstove heat and solar hot water” Said Robert. They ran out to the jeep and jumped in. “STAY OUT OF THE DARK” she yelled as they pulled out. They started heading back out of town. “So… What is your name by the way?” asked Robert.
“My name is foxy” she said. “Really?” Robert asked. “Yes sir. Foxy Smith” She said.
She showed Robert her postal worker ID card. “And your Robert l Robinson III” she said. “I been putting your mail in your P.O box for as long as you had it” she said. Robert blushed had she seen his copies of “BBW HUNTER MAGAZINE” he gets in the mail. “Um. So do you look at what people get or do you just look at the mailing labels?” Robert asked “well there is a lot of free time so we sit around a lot and read peoples magazines and newspapers sometimes… But don’t tell anyone” She said. She removed her headband and let down her ponytail. “You get a lot of mail,” she said. “I like looking at your magazines… People magazine and poplar mechanics right?” foxy said with a little smirk on her face. Robert knew she had seen them. Out of nowhere she said “Don’t worry I seen my share of porn and brown boxes full of blow up dolls and dildos and vibrates and so on”. Robert wanted to change the subject “So…Foxy… What the hell is going on?” asked Robert. “Well it was about a five weeks ago….” Foxy talked about a spaceship that landed and a army of aliens came out and started killing humans and about people running out of food because the town was so small and there was not wal*mart here because people voted them out of town 5 years ago before they even broke ground.
Foxy saw the opening to the tunnel up ahead. “Woo. Is there some other way you can go?” foxy asked. Without stopping Robert said no and turned on all his lights and they zipped threw the tunnel Robert knew where it was clear because he had just been in the tunnel. But foxy did not know that. They pulled up the driveway and into the garage. They got up into the cabin as quickly as they could. Robert went and looked for some cloveing that would fix foxy and put them on the char in the bathroom.
Foxy went and had a bath. As foxy bathed Robert went into the cellar and turned on the ham radios in the cellar. Robert slowly scanned the bands looking for anyone but there seemed to be some kind of jamming going on from someplace. Robert put some logs on the fire in the fireplace in the bedroom.
Foxy came out of the bathroom she was brushing her hair. She was in just the triple large Toronto maple leafs hockey jersey he had put out for her. It hung down to her knees. She had used the hairdryer. She was looking hot. “So what do you think the aliens want?” foxy asked. “I have no idea,” said Robert. Robert went to the kitchen to get a coke. When he got back into the bedroom foxy was lying on the bed. “You can use the bed” Said Robert. “Thank you” foxy said. “We are so far away you should be safe here for a long time.” said Robert. “I am worried about how long it will take for whatever is going on to end up coming here.” said foxy “Well I will be going out there and I will stop this somehow. I need to do something. I cannot just sit here doing nothing. I just can not.” Said Robert. Robert sat on the bed. Foxy lay on her side. Robert laid next to her. Foxy kissed Robert. Foxy removed Roberts’s cock from his pants and started playing with it.
She laid on her back and put her head on his cock. She put her hair around his cock and started rubbing his cock with her hair. Robert loved it. It felt good for him to be in her silky hair. He fired a hard load from his cock into her silky hair. Robert cleaned himself up and so did foxy and they went to sleep. The next day Robert had a long hot bath knowing that it could be his last. He went down to the garage. Foxy was there to kiss him good-bye. He drove off. He knew he would never see her again. It was to bad that he found love just before he had to do this. He drove and drove. He got to the little airport. Robert had a feeling that the ship was the key to all of it. He got in a small airplane and after a bit of work he got it up into the air. He zipped under the ship. He saw a hole in the bottom that looked like some kind of door. He got up over the ship and jumped out of the airplane and onto the top of the ship. He clamed over the side and slowly clung to under the ship like on monkey bars. Till he got to the hole. He pulled himself into the hole. He found himself in a hallway. The ship was big inside. He walked around. It was not long till he was lost. He saw a couple of what he finger where the aliens walking past. He went the way he saw them going. He ended up in a room full of the same type of aliens. In the middle of the room was one I a chair that seemed to be the leader.
“Time to be a hero” Said Robert. Robert had a sniper rifle on his back. He found a spot and lined up his shot in his scope. He fired and ran. He saw the head alien flop over dead. He ran. He looked behind him. Nothing was behind him. He slowly went back to the room. All of the aliens where dead. He had killed the brain of them all. Without it none of them could be alive. Robert had saved the day. He found his way back to the hole. He looked down. There where lots of dead aliens and humans under him. He sat down. Robert knew then that he had done everything for the wrong resounds. He did it to be a hero but now he did not want it. He let himself fall out of the ship. He fell and hit the ground. He died. Weeks later when the ship was blown up no one still had any idea how everything had ended. Not even foxy know for shore what had happened. But she like to daydream about it being Robert who saved the day but she did not know and she never found out what happened to Robert.


THE END