March of the Senator [Mon, 22 Mar 2010]

Senator Stevenson walked the green mile, his hands shaking but hidden
away in his pockets so as not to betray his trepidation to the aliens.

His fall from grace had begun long ago, when in a moment of weakness
he had given in to the force of his peoples tradition and had blown
the conch shell from the top of Marsden Cliff. Oh, the fallen man,
representative of all of those few left since the invasion.

The craft began to right itself and Senator Stevenson caught his fall
against the arm of a waiting mould-zombie, checking himself just in
time as he began to thank the infernal machine. Never again would he
drink of the conch, never again would the crowds gather to hear his
filth-double-talk.

The small group reached the end of their path, for Stevenson the end
of all paths.

An arm swung from above, neatly severing his head from his body and
while Stevenson watched with the last adrenaline-driven burst of his
mind, the aliens began to feast.