Snippet #2449200

Aca:
I wake up to the sound of alarms blaring. I sit straight up and listen. 5 long, 3 short...Cicadas!!! I quickly get dressed and run down the stairs of my room to the main hallway. I run to the Square for meetings and see that people are grabbing their weapons. I pull a gun from inside my jacket and make sure all my knives are in place. The crocs are one of the few groups that has guns, mist people still prefer swords. However, my small ray gun is useful and solar powered. I can char Cicadas in their exoskeletons. Everyone is ducking behind things(walls, trash cans, you name it) other hiding in crevices. I quickly lid in an empty garbage can and smile at my luck. There is a small, hard to notice hole in it. My gun fits through. We are all ready for the cicada attack, and we will hurt them using guerilla warfare. I've been sitting in my spot for 10 minutes when I hear it. A loud chirping noise. The Cicadas! Then the come into the clearing almost singing victory when they don't see us. They believe the mighty crocs have fled. I hear a voice in my head counting 1, 2...crocodiles are trained form birth to have the exact rhythm and to fire on three when counting. Then I reach 3, and all hell breaks loose. I shoot repeatedly at cicadas and they fall, one by one. I see Marqun shooting as well. Then a Cicada comes and bits him in the leg. I shoot the creature automatically, with no time to think. I hope Marqun is all right, but I can't risk my position to go to him. I then see Michael. He is battling one-on-one with a cicada. He stabs the cicada and the cicada falls, but not without taking Michael with her. I already know Michael is dead. He is caught in the death grip, which crushes your ribs. I choke back a sob and return to the fighting. Before I know it The cicadas are all dead, minus about 20 who are fleeing. I run over to Marqun and see he is passed out. I signal that he needs aid and then I run to Michael. Michael is still and lifeless, and I take his hand. Against all nature I cry, and I see other croc's reserves breaking down as they find those who are dead. I pick up Michael limp body and I carry him to the river. He will be buried there. In the water I see something in Michael's hair. A flash of red. I scrub at his head and see his hair is bright red! He is a herring! The scales he has that look so croc like are fake. He's been spying on us all along. I feel anger surging and I want to punch the lifeless figure at my feet. Michael's family has a lot of explaining to do! I stop. No one had ever seen Michael's family. Could they have been fake as well? About as real as Michael's loyalties to the crocs? Then I wonder with a chill, who is Michael really?
(Shimmerscale could tell me in a future post)