Alien Landscape the aftermath

by Blair Stuart

Title

Alien Landscape the aftermath

Artist

Blair Stuart

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Photograph - Mixed Media

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Abandoned in a hostile environment, it had taken the survivors several hours for them to climb up to the small cave like opening located half way up the cliff face. Though some of the warriors were keen to climb higher, their leader knew that the women and children were too exhausted, and could go no further.
The hour was late and with the approaching dusk came a sense of fear and foreboding that hung in the air around them, causing the survivors to huddle closer together. Many amongst them acutely aware that even this high up the cliff face they were far from being safe.

The tension slowly built as as they nervously watched the mist creep slowly up the cliff face from the valley below, its cold, damp tendrils' slithering over the rocks as it it moved inexorably upwards towards them. They knew that the mist was a harbringer of death, in the form of Alien creatures. These creatures of the mist were never seen, but heard and felt, as they attacked tearing the very flesh from their bones. With so many already dead, experience had shown them that their weapons would be of little use in defending against these attacks, for they were the prey, to be hunted down to the last.

As the first wisps of mist crept over the ledge, they felt again its dankness, its cloyness, as it swirled and danced around their feet, gripping at their clothes like claws. Slowly as its tendrils rose up their bodies their world started descending into the living nightmare in which nothing would be seen, only felt, a nightmare in which only the curses of the living and screams of the dying would be heard.

The feeling of inexorable doom, that had hung over the survivors for hours, deepened for each knew that this time perhaps their deaths were inevitable as inevitable as the arrival of the mist. Fearfully they turned to each other, with many taking time to embrace. For some it was a final gesture of goodbye, for others an attempt to lessen the memories of the screams and pleas of those who had already fallen victim to the voraciousness of the creatures

They understood that with the approaching dusk, that time was against them in their struggle to climb to the top of the cliff.
That there was to be no escape from another series of attacks by the creatures. No this time it seemed there was nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide.

There was little to do, but watch and wait, as the mist swirled around enshrouding them in a cloak of terror and fear.

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May 30th, 2012

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