"I could hear helos, the chopping sound of the blades cutting thru the thick smoke-filled morning air..."

"...Through the burning smoke and haze of my tired, blurred, and watering eyes. Arts walked over to me to hand me an oxygen mask. His face bloodied and blackened, He said... "Hang in there KrazzyTrukker, The next chopper is for you." And then with a wink and a nod He shouted in a German Accent...

"GIT TO DA CHOPPA!"

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕...

I do not remember much from then on. The helicopter ride. The mountain top military base. The operation to patch up hundreds of open wounds. Several days passed before I regained my senses. Even then I was on some pretty good painkillers. Way better than what you get at those overpriced dentist offices where they make you pay thru the teeth (literally) for their Lambos and Jags..

The first few words I could whisper were...

"Where are the others?"

"Right here in the next few rooms down the hallway."

The Nurse replied to me with a infectious smile. She was obviously glad to see my condition improving as I regained my consciousness.

The Fortress

I asked where I was. She went on to explain that we are inside a mountain. Near the top, but inside a bunker that also goes deep down underneath the mountain. A fortress. A labyrinth so to speak. Quite safe and undetectable to the monsters. She commented as she gave me a shot to dull the pain from the hundreds of stitches and a few burns.

She went on to tell me of the injuries Cameron, Galen and Arts had sustained. G-Dog being the most severely injured of our team. He took a pretty nasty fall as he was blown from the treetop by the firestorm. He had survived the main operation. With many broken bones, burns and more blood loss from the leg wound being torn open again in the fall. He was now in an induced coma. The doctors have given him a 50/50 chance of survival. From what I had seen of this man, his survival instincts and strength. The surgeons could have given him a mere 10% chance and He would kick the grim reapers ass and pull thru.

She told me I could go see them when I regain my strength. As I drifted back to sleep from the pain meds the nurse had just given me. They did their job quite well. Both the pain meds, and the nursing staff.

3 days had passed since the confrontation with the queen java, Hundreds of the java monsters, The Fire Storm and the delivery of the intel devices.

I struggled to get up from my military hospital bed. A nurse saw what I was doing and quickly assisted me with a wheel chair. She was eager to hear of the Javas and how we had survived them like no others. I said...

"Take me to your leader..."

with a laugh. My sense of humor was back. And that was a good sign. But so many stitches like a rag doll, it hurt to laugh. I asked the nurse how bad do I look? She quickly changed the subject. I was a mess.

The nurse had handed me a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll. The smell and taste was incredible. It had only been a couple months since the invasion started, but it seemed like years since I had such a sweet treat. I did not have the heart to tell her the coffee was no match for what Cameron had served up to us over the campfires. Cams pure brew had an alcohol style pain killer all it's own added to his high octane black gold. Thee only way to drink java in his oppinion. But I thanked her just the same.

Just then Arts came walking into the hallway from another room with a big smile on his face. I shouted...

"WHAT NOW YA MADMAN!? ARE WE MOUNTAIN BIKE ROLLIN' BACK DOWN TO KICK SOME MORE JAVA MONSTER ASS!?

Hive account@dandays Arts just laughed out loud and said...

"No KrazzyTrukker, they just told Me my Pura can get outta here in a few more days.!!"

That was great news as the love of his life had been hurt very badly in the invasion months earlier. She is the reason that Arts did what no other had done. He had slain a Java Monster Queen... A monster that was now in the fortress laboratory being taken apart piece by piece in search of an answere to where and what these creatures came from. Were they aliens from another planet? Or a creation of evil men right here walking among us..?

We then went into Cameron's room to see how he was recovering. He was quite well actually. In much better shape then I. It seems that as the explosions of the firestorm went off. He was just gutting a Java Monster that had made a run at him. So he quickly used the java as a blanket to shield himself from the blast. Pure luck on the timing, but genius on the "Dive Under" move to block himself from what could have ended him.

Our mood then quickly got serious when we spoke of the man who had saved us so many times. He Lay just down the hallway in an ICU bed, still fighting. Fighting for his life. He had killed more Java Monsters than all of us combined. Yes, even more than Arts with his modified EMP device. G-Dog had sent thousands of rounds into these Alien Monsters. A very high percentage of those rounds found their mark and if not a kill shot, they were quickly double tapped with another. We went to his bedside. No words were spoken. But our energy was real. Our emotions were visible. Our strength was given on another level to help this man win the battle he was now in with his broken and bruised body. He will pull thru. That is what he does best. He survives.

Arts then took us down another long hallway to a conference room where many people were gathering. It was a large room with about I would guess over one hundred people in it. Arts was telling us on our walk, (my wheelchair ride) to the conference. He said the leaders of the military base and what was left of the government had gone over our intel on the recording devices.
They had many questions. They could wait no longer. A worldwide attack was being planned using the data we had brought to them. They wanted to know more. They wanted to know first hand. What we had experienced up close in the battle for our lives with these creatures.

All eyes in the room locked onto Cameron, Arts and I. Silence, you could here a pin drop. Then suddenly a few started clapping, it quickly grew into cheers, whistles and a standing ovation. We spent several hours telling our stories. Stories of loved ones lost. Also the loved ones we needed to get back to. We spoke of how our "Guardian Angel," The Shooter had kept us alive and in the fight.

War... Info... We are the Resistance.

Several others who had survived encounters with the monsters also told their stories. Near the end of the meeting. A group of people entered the room. And applause and cheers broke out again. Mixed with some cat calls and jeers. It was Alex Jones, Owen Shroyer and the Info Wars crew. They apologized for being late.

Alex, In his typical overbearing rant and rave fashion, Insisted that they give him and his team time to expose more evidence of what some in the room refused to believe and called conspiracies.

The info wars team went on to show documents, and videos from whistle blowers who had worked on the secret project code named "Java Mrna-Covid 20" They showed proof of the Wuhan lab, proof of Anthony Fuaci and Bil Gates funding of the labs where the human gene restructuring experiments took place. and secretly recorded messages of them both bragging about world dominence and elitist depopulation of You & I. The ones they referred to as "Worthless Eaters."

The most mind blowing part of what info wars had been correctly reporting all along since early on in the invasion was the creatures relationship to coffee. From the smell they emitted. To the liquification of humans into a thick black coffee like goo that seemed to fuel and energize them.

The info they reported, of the injections, the illegal human trials and MRNA Gene experimantation with video and audio to prove. Was still unfairly scrutinized. As Alex Jones and his team of non bias, non corporate non media funded reporters were suffering from a decade long negative, propaganda, censorship, character assassination program. Funded by the very ones the evidence they brought forth exposed.

We spent most of that day debriefing on the Java Monsters. The Queen Java. How Arts had confronted and slain her.
After the meeting we were taken to a laboratory where several of the creatures were being dissected. What they found inside these creatures was very disturbing. And proved that info wars was on target. The DNA had been altered. Making them the monsters that lay dead in front of us. These Java Monsters were unleashed on us by fellow humans. But what was most disturbing...

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The Java Monsters are Human..!

𝕋𝕠 𝔹𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕...

...𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕟.!!

Aʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ:
I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ, I ᴀᴍ ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ/ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴍʏ 30ᴛʜ ʏᴇᴀʀ.
I ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, Jᴀᴠᴀ Mᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ Eɴᴇʀɢʏ ᴅʀɪɴᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ Cᴀᴛs.!!