Flash Dystopian Fiction 500

The year, 2065. The place, Central Siberian Plateau.

Late summer harvest, Magda and Freya worked the fields. The two older peasant ladies had been doing this for decades. They weren’t alone. The entire village spread out over the open field.

Leo Tolstoy wrote stories about these people, hard working Russians in the heart of the motherland, for god and country. The people must eat. Magda and Freya loved to feed them.

Yet there remained one difference in this iconic picture of country life, the Gun Walkers. Developed by the Russian government as a means to stop an American tank invasion in the late 2030s, these giant steel creatures watched over them all like scarecrows. The Americans were not a threat these days though . . .

“O Magda, what a beautiful day,” said Freya.

“Yes, even dogs smell the roses on days like this. If we finish a little early, there might be enough wine left for a nightcap. It will make you sleep better,” said Magda.

“Sleep better? These old bones creek like those steel Gun Walkers and keep me awake at night. I’m afraid that if I should sleep to well I might die.”

“To die in your sleep during a pleasant dream might be like heaven.”

“Look! That Gun Walker’s moving,” said Magda.

“O God. We might not die in our sleep,” said Freya.

All the laborers in the field stopped working. Some stared at the eight Gun Walkers as they slowly advanced on the plateau. Others began to walk home. And some began to run.

These movements were always slow deliberate steps forward. Most of the time these movements didn’t amount to much, and with no human contact from inside the Gun Walkers, it felt more like blockchains moving.

The Gun Walkers scanned the horizon. Aliens had taken most of Europe up to Moscow. Today, their spaceships crossed the Ural Mountains looking to conquer more.

The Gun Walkers raised their guns toward the sky, meant for tank combat originally, they had been retrofitted with anti-aircraft weapons.

“Thud, thud, thud.” The large machine guns echoed across the field delivering deadly payload into the sky.

“This is not good Freya.”

“Let us have that night cap now Magda.”

Just then an Alien spacecraft crashed to the ground exploding on impact. Then another. Three more.

Magda and Freya hurried back to the village as explosions rang out all around them. Their peaceful countryside now a war zone on the front line of the Alien invasion that threatened to end human dominance on Earth.

Thank you,

Cyrus Emerson

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