From the ancient past to the distant future, what happens when the fall of humanity begins from within us?
Millions of years ago, a squirrel preparing for a harsh winter witnesses strange grey creatures killing a woman. Whilst she is dead, the squirrel gathers seeds she had dropped, placing them in its dray. In present day, a group of gold miners in the frozen Bering Strait come across the preserved seeds in a frozen dray. With each keeping a seed, events start to unfold. Mysterious flowers grow having strange affects. One man brutally killed by a swarm of bees, a woman developing psychic abilities, but physically falling apart, another regressing to a barbaric primitive form and others approached by men in black. Before long, the entire town of Garrington is swarmed with brutish Neanderthals, whom gradually evolve and begin renewing their society. A group of survivors, untouched by these changes, try to escape, guided by a man from an ancient secret society. One whom knows the truth, of Greys coming to earth millions of years ago, genetically modifying Neanderthals into modern humans. But now they are regressing, waiting for a new god to arrive and begin a new world. But as the conflict wages between modern human and new Neanderthals, what were the Greys really doing, and what is the purpose for the flowers?
A novel mixed with science fiction and survival horror, which will leave readers guessing what will happen next, what is the truth, and who are the heroes, who are the villains? What is the virus, and what is the cure? Who do we want to survive?
Ancient Memories ...
The squirrel reached its head out from the dray, sniffing the cool, crisp air. It looked around from its great height, the canopy of green stretching all around. Just a vast sea with some birds fluttering from the leaves into the blue sky. Beneath, life was already following its ancient known path.
Everything knew its place here, everything knew what to do.
The squirrel listened, searching for any predators. The forests were usually silent, left alone for the animals to walk freely. To exist freely. But this one day was different. The squirrel could feel it. This one day was to be disturbed, the solitude and peace shattered. This one day the forests were to be invaded.
The squirrel did not understand how it knew this. It was a knowledge deep down, something it recognised from before. Something passed down through the generations, an ancestral knowledge and memory.
As this feeling swarmed through the squirrel, its attention was drawn south. Its eyes fixed on a tall, towering white monolithic building. Against this natural greenery, this geometric tower of white was alien. Something the animals learnt to fear. To respect.
Something was to happen, and this building was involved.
Ignoring the alien anomaly, the squirrel raised its nose to the sky, acquainting itself with the morning air. It needed to know how the day was to be, it needed to prepare for the upcoming hibernation.
It was going to be a harsh winter, all animals could sense it. It was coming hard, fast and early. Something was wrong in the air, something similar to when the great giants once walked. But this was no falling rocks from the sky. No, this was something else. Something that should not have happened.
Knowing it was harsh, knowing that they may not survive, all animals were rushing to gather their necessities. Anything to survive. They did not know how long this hard winter was going to be. If anything like the last one, far too long.
That was what the squirrel focused on as it traversed along the branches. It was trying to find as much food as it could handle. This was its first winter by itself. Only left its mother’s dray that Spring, had not found itself a mate. Its dray was far from great, but it should be enough to survive.
It hoped so.
Moving swiftly, leaping from branch to branch, the squirrel checked every nook and cranny, hunger and the exhaustion tearing through it. However, it had to slow down as the sudden crashing advance tore through the forests.
It was loud enough to cause the scurrying of animals below and above. Squawking and crying, birds flew off in all directions, whilst lower animals, predator or prey, hid and waited, watching for the advancing danger.
Coming to a stop upon an elderly, leafless limb, the squirrel looked down as some shrubbery shredded, revealing a human female running. The look of sheer terror upon her face. Despite the advancing cold – which had not touched the plants yet – her body glistened with sweat even though wearing a crude slip. She had been running long enough. Maybe too long.
She was soon followed by the male of her species. Out of breath, they came to a stop and began speaking to each other in their strange alien language.
“Facer to cogtar nes amisin ipsum,” the male said.
“Eg facer na scits. Sid ill sun proxem, eg scits hoc. Audi, vad entas, to sun forts sats ed pervero. To necoss addoc, to necoss mea olle narrost dex ed ipent qua subseq nos.”
“Qual quos to?”
“Eg nopots vad amplus. Eg valanto abscon olle armo, at provo ipsu abde exa to.”
Suddenly, there was a far off snap, alerting both humans. Without any further discussion, they went their separate ways. The male headed for the trees, scaling them with ape like dexterity and strength. The female however kept to the ground, running back into the shrubberies.
The squirrel thought nothing of this, and continued on its original path.
Traversing across several more trees, with no more sign of the humans, the squirrel came across a tree filled with pine cones. However, there was a hawk nearby. The squirrel had to be careful. One wrong move and the hawk would catch sight of the squirrel.
But then the hawk flew off as a human woman screamed, and she came running out of another shrub.
The running came to an abrupt halt before she even left the broken shrubbery with a sudden flash of light and what sounded like an animal shriek. Not a sound left her lips as she fell facedown upon the grass. Upon her back, a charred hole dug into her flesh, as large as her head. It had penetrated enough to burn away her heart, all lifeless vessels fused shut. The wound still smoked from whatever heat caused the wound, the smell of burnt flesh stenched throughout.
Curious, the squirrel scurried down, wishing to investigate the strange scene. It had seen many humans before, the poor, pitiful slaves working for their dark masters. A lesser life form than the animals that were allowed to roam freely.
Satisfied of its safety, as this lumbering creature was dead, the squirrel searched, hoping to find some food. It knew humans often carried food upon them in strange pouches. If not them, then their masters surely. But the squirrel knew to stay away from the masters.
As it searched, the squirrel became focused on a small bag the human held in her hand. It was in enough of a grip to have remained in her hand. Now that she was dead, her grip had lessened. The bag lay in her opened hand, partially opened. Looking at it, the squirrel knew it was of great importance to the human. Why else would they have been clutching it so hard? An importance that could only mean one thing, for one thing was of great importance to many animals.
Scuttling over, the squirrel indeed found that the bag did contain food. But it was far from what the squirrel was expecting. Humans generally liked the flesh of other animals or luscious fruits, and always in large quantities. But this was pitiful, a few seeds. The squirrel had seen many human gnawing on seeds, spitting the shells from between their lips. Yet, the squirrel could not understand why the human was so focused on these seeds.
The seeds were unlike anything the squirrel had ever seen before. They were almost like sunflower seeds, yet smaller. About half the size. They were also a strange shade of yellow, with brown spirals swirling out from the sharp end of the seed. Five seeds, all alike, untouched and flawless. The scent coming from the seeds drew the squirrel in. They were almost calling it, demanding for the squirrel to gather them.
But not to eat them.
Compelled to do so, the squirrel shuffled to the seeds, sliding them one at a time into its mouth.
Just as the last seed slid in, the squirrel was startled as more sounds descended upon it. On full alert, keeping the seeds safely tucked in its cheeks, the squirrel bound for the closest tree and scrambled up.
Upon reaching a safe height, the squirrel glanced down to watch two dark figures emerge from the shrubbery. Two giants, clothed in dark armour and robes. In their hands they each held strange staffs of blinking lights, obviously the weapon they had used to kill the female human.
These were the masters of the humans.
One stood guard, holding the staff in readiness to attack, looking back and forth, whilst the other investigated the dead human. As if she were nothing, the dark giant searched the body, checking every inch of her, despite her minimal clothing, trying to find something. The squirrel knew what they were looking for, for the giant suddenly stopped looking when its attention focused on her hand and the empty bag.
With angry ferocity, the giant snatched the bag and held it to show the other, who glanced over their shoulder.
“Ill sun na huk,” the figure snarled in a masculine voice. “Olle senenai sun abut. Olle Eradiem valanto na eret commadent.”
“Malectum olle stolt qua vagloent olle crypai,” the other answered in a feminine voice. “Olle Galus valanto eret huk mex. Nes necoss invanor ipsu.”
“Qual nun olle bestai haba sabdacent ipsu?” the male replied looking up into the tree.
As the figures glanced up, their large eyes scouring the tree lines, the squirrel edged back and then remained still to blend. It had no comprehension to what these strange giants were saying. Like humans, these giants communicated through a series of sounds they called words. What was wrong with simple body movements, scents and sounds? All the other creatures relied on this safer form, hiding it from other creatures. From this simpler communication, just by observing these giants, the squirrel knew what they were looking for.
Suddenly, the female turned away from the search, looking at her partner.
“Tunc hoc a abut. Veni, olle Eradiem a expactona cosa nosem.”
Nothing further was said between the giants, at least not words. Looking at their body language, the squirrel knew they were disturbed and angered. Enough to know to wait until they were long gone.
Satisfied that these dangerous beings were long gone, the squirrel scurried back along the tree limbs, back to its dray. By the time it reached home, the temperature of the air dropped quickly. The blue sky became a light grey, and soon white specks of snow began drifting down. Moving quickly, the squirrel secured the seeds inside its dray and jumped in, preparing itself for the long winter.