Short Story

I am out on my long trip which i was planning since some time. I am listening to the radio which is playing some pop music. I am passing by highway 80 which goes to tankota town. I am checking my beer holder and noticed that there is only one beer remaining. So i decided to stop-by a gas station, and restock on beer and gas. 

I am entering the local grocery supermarket and getting my stock while my car is out in the station getting refilled with gas. I have all the things that I came for and now I am exiting the supermarket. I am putting all my stuff in the trunk and as I am sitting in the car, I notice there is some paper note on my windshield. I took the paper and saw someone wrote in a bad handwriting, "Go west for 100 miles". I decided to take the adventure and went in that direction. 

After more than an hour, I saw a board that said Welcome to Area 52. I heard of Area 51 earlier with all the conspiracies on it holding aliens but Area 52 was new place for me.

As I was entering through the broken fence which was clawed through by something, I noticed some hangars to my right and a control tower to my front. The hangar was having some lights on, so I went to the hangar to check it out. 

On entering the hangar, there was something in the shadow. I am a wat veteran so I could tell it was not human. Luckily, I had some guns in my cars trunk. 

I headed towards the car and took out a shotgun rifle and entered the hangar. I found the switch to the current power and flipped it to turn it on. The entire hangar was well lit and I could see the creature barging at me. I took a shot at it and it started bleeding green.

I headed towards the control tower in hopes to be able to radio out for help. As I entered the tower, another creature barged in towards me and it missed me by a hairs distance. I turned around and took it out.

I am heading towards the top floor by taking the stairs. As soon as I reached the top floor, luckily for me, the radio was still working. I was able to radio the next army base and in a few minutes, they reached my base all loaded up.

I took my car and stayed in a nearby hotel for the night. This is a rare experience and I am still wondering who was the person who guided me towards that base. Was it someone who was aware of the atrocities of that base? Was it someone who was looking for help and knew I would be able to help? It is all a mystery.