All That's Left
By K A Allen
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When you’re all that’s left, who can you count on?
I’m Jessica (Doc) and this is my story of how our small group of people tried to survive when the aliens began the extermination of our species. Our only escape from the relentless bombing was into the tropical rainforest, but it is a much harsher place to live than you’d think and without medical care, it can be as deadly as any environment on earth. I was a third-year pharmacy student, what did I know about being a doctor? Nothing really, but I was the closest thing we had, so I had to learn fast.
We all did that, found a need and became that person. Jared, an ex-army reservist became our leader, and it was his idea that started us on the epic 150km trek through the rainforest that would ultimately either save our lives... Or break us beyond repair.
We became a family, live or die, at least we had each other...
K A Allen
K A Allen (AKA Ken) is an ex commercial helicopter pilot, marine skipper, photographer and drone pilot.That' just the start of the resume which includes: Sailing from Sydney to Port Douglas on his own yacht which he rebuilt from a wreck, handling crocodiles and tour guiding on far north crocodile tours.He is a keen naturalist with extensive experience in the far north and lives near Mission Beach with his wife and daughter, a cat named Phisbee and a Kelpie dog named Ruby.
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All That's Left - K A Allen
All That's left
K A Allen
Copyright © [Year of First Publication] by [Author or Pen Name]
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Contents
1. All That's Left
2. Copyright
3. Dedication
4. Prologue
5. Jessica
6. No going back
7. First March
8. Shopping
9. A new camp
10. Make some miles
11. Clear the dead wood
12. Babinda food run
13. Trek south
14. First contact.
15. Mission Beach
16. Old friend
17. Dr Jess
18. Alien Dissection
19. New Hope
20. Fight or flight
21. A new beginning
22. Chapter 22
23. About The Author
24. Acknowledgments
All That's Left
K A Allen
Copyright
Copyright © 2021 K A Allen
The rights of Ken Allen to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyrights, Designs and Patents Act of 1988.
All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author, except as permitted by Australian copyright law.
A record of this title is held at the National Library of Australia (Ebook) and the State Library of Queensland (Print and Ebook)
Disclaimer:
This book is a work of fiction. While the place names are real, the characters, events and specific homes are invented by the author and any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. Medical procedures and information contained in this novel, while checked for accuracy, are not intended to be used in the real world. Do not take medical advice from a fictional novel.
image-placeholderDedication
Dedicated to my ever patient Lynne, who encouraged me throughout the writing of this book.
Also the indomitable people of Mission Beach and the Cassowary Coast, who have shown me the better side of human nature in the face of absolute disaster.
Prologue
Hi, I’m Jessica Bell. Our group calls me ‘Doc,’ which annoyed me at first, but I guess I’m used to it now. This is my account of what happened after the aliens invaded. I don’t know if anyone will ever read it, but at least it was written.
They landed in the deserts in three ships. One went to the Sahara Desert. One went to the Atacama Desert, and the last to the Simpson Desert here in Australia.
It was days before the right people got to where they landed. To start with, it was just the residents. It must have been hilarious when a bunch of locals from ‘the Alice’ went out to meet some aliens.
All the world’s major powers came to meet them, all jockeying to be the favoured country. They brought with them the best linguists on the planet and managed to develop a dialogue fairly quickly. The aliens said they wanted to meet us to exchange knowledge, and one of the first things we wanted to know was how they travelled faster than light. But our visitors seemed to be reluctant to tell us. They just kept saying, (translated) You don’t understand the question you ask
. That cryptic answer went viral and became the catch phrase for everyone across the globe.
As you’d expect the world went alien crazy and there were images and videos of them everywhere you looked. To be honest I got sick of hearing about the aliens pretty quickly, it was all anyone could talk about! Although, I must admit there was that one viral video of an alien, kind of throwing up during a meeting with the worlds leaders that was well worth watching. The smell of their vomit made everyone in the room throw up, world leaders, reporters, and photographers. It was hilarious!
It turned out, that’s how the aliens defecate (poo). Apparently, they don’t get to choose when that happens, like a cat coughing up a fur-ball. When it’s time, it’s coming up whether it’s convenient or not!
After about five months of badgering from the world’s leaders, the aliens finally released the formulas for how they travel faster than light. All the military powers put their best people on the task and they failed to decipher it. They went to the worlds greatest minds in the top universities and space agencies, which also failed to crack the formula. It was released to the population to see if there was an, as yet, undiscovered genius that could solve it. There wasn’t. The consensus from the experts was that the formula wasn’t solvable. It was utter nonsense. I had a look, as everyone across the globe did, and to me it was gibberish. I’m far from an expert but even to me it didn’t make any sense. It was almost like someone had replaced every third word in a sentence, with a random word.
They flatly refused to subject themselves to a DNA test or discuss their weapons in any way. Our scientists did test their poo for DNA but were unable to identify anything familiar and there were some very embarrassing failures by various Special Forces soldiers, trying to find out more about their weapons systems. But they learned nothing. These creatures were being very secretive and within six months of their arrival, suspicions of their motives started to circulate. It seemed the exchange of information was all one way; they plugged into the Internet and downloaded absolutely everything mankind had to offer. Yes, that included ten million cat videos. They knew everything about us… but we still knew nothing about the aliens.
A popular joke meme about an alien invasion started a social media group page, and before long, there was a Cairns splinter group that met for drinks a few times.
In truth it was really just social, but we half-heartedly planned for an invasion and set up a meeting point locally... you know… just in case. It was just a bit of fun over a few drinks and nobody took it seriously.
Around ten months from the alien arrival, relations started to become tense. Their secrecy was starting to raise a lot of suspicion and they fell out of favour with much of the world. The Russians cut off all communication with them and made it clear to the world that they had ballistic missiles permanently targeting two of the alien ships. The media talk was that the Russians were being paranoid and just trying to invent an enemy; but hearing about it made me a little nervous. I was certain we weren’t getting the full story…
Jessica
'There are two great days in a person’s life, the day they are born, and the day they discover why.' -William Barclay
It was August 3rd, 2025. A date remembered by all those who survived. The meme referred to a line from a popular movie about an alien invasion.
They’re counting down!
I guess it resonated with many of us who harboured some suspicion of our new guests. They were arrogant and elusive and with no real facial expressions, or none that humans could read anyway.
Like most people, I found them difficult to trust.
When the post popped up on social media that there was going to be another get-together to celebrate one year to the day of the alien arrival, I decided to go.
I was from Charters Towers studying university in Cairns, and while I had plenty of friends at uni, I really resonated with the ‘alien invasion’ mob. They were just good fun. They didn’t take anything too seriously, and I didn’t have to discuss my studies with them. Don’t get me wrong, I liked pharmacy, but there has to be more to talk about than your studies.
We met at a grubby backpacker bar in town and had a few drinks. I’d had a few glasses of wine with some girls at uni earlier so I arrived late. Spotting Jared, who I’d met at the last drinks night, I ordered a beer and planned to go talk to him. While I waited for my drink I took in the scene; the place smelled of stale beer and an extra funky smell I probably didn’t want to know the origin of. Everything I touched felt sticky so I tried to keep my hands to myself. I guess it’s your typical backpacker bar, which was packed with people trying to chat each other up over some awful loud music. Yeah… I know, ‘If it’s too loud, you’re too old.’ But these places seem to be making up for a lack of cleaning with the volume of the music.
So with a beer in hand, I headed over to where Jared was. I’d chatted with Jared before and liked him. He was easy-going and smart. He was also tall and fit, obviously well toned with a great smile, which may have swayed my opinion of him. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t interested, but he would turn heads at uni. He was chatting with a guy called David and a couple of others so I propped myself up on a barstool where I could look them in the eye.
David, with a beer in hand was telling everyone about some of the funny things that happen when working on boats, like the passenger who wanted to get an Uber back from the reef because the boat was too bumpy, and the woman who was very upset that she would have to get wet if she wanted to go snorkelling. Seriously! She wanted to sue us because she couldn’t get her thousand-dollar bathing suit wet, but demanded to see the coral. I suggested she take the bathers off…
He shrugged innocently. Well, she went right off! I meant put a wet suit on instead of the bathers… But she didn’t get that.
He shook his head ruefully and then laughed.
David was a pretty funny guy; we were all laughing hard when the music ended abruptly and everyone stopped talking. The big-screen that dominated one wall showing music videos, suddenly changed to a news channel. We all turned our attention to the screen and that’s when we saw the footage of the bombings. The text scrolling at the bottom of the screen said, "The aliens have begun bombing all major cities across the world. Citizens are encouraged to find shelter or evacuate immediately."
Is this for real?
I heard someone ask.
Looks like it,
Jared said.
Like most people, I didn’t believe it, not deep down. When they blasted Russia off the map, it looked like footage from a sci-fi movie, and then the picture became pixelated momentarily before it went completely blank. When someone from the bar rang a relative in Russia and got nothing, we all started to take notice.
They aren’t answering, there’s nothing… Not even ringing,
the upset girl said in a strong accent. Another rang home to a neighbouring country and was told it was real, and that they’d seen the dust cloud that was already drifting across Europe. It was then, that the reality sunk in for most of us.
People became frantic, all trying to ring home across the globe. It was only a moment later that everyone’s phone signal went dead and the lights went out, plunging us all into darkness.
Jared yelled at the top of his voice, LOOKS LIKE IT’S REAL, PEOPLE... I’LL SEE YOU AT THE MEETING PLACE... BRING AS MANY SUPPLIES AS YOU CAN CARRY.
In the dark I didn’t see him leave, but I left immediately, fighting my way through the now panic-stricken crowd to get out of the bar and head back to my accommodation. The streets were full of people, a few grabbing at others passing by, asking to confirm if it was real. I saw people throwing things at shop windows trying to break in. It seemed every police, ambulance and fire truck in Cairns had its siren on, and the noise was bewildering. Traffic was bumper to bumper with people trying to flee, but to where I have no idea. It was so surreal!
By the time I opened the door to my unit I was getting a little upset. I grabbed my backpack and started stuffing clothes into it and then changed my mind. I pulled them all out and went to the little kitchenette in my room. I emptied all the food I had into the backpack. Instant noodles, microwave meals, packets of chips, lollies. It was all just snack food really, but it was all I had. I spotted the saucepan I’d carried around forever, I thought it might be useful so stuffed full of noodles it was thrown in. I grabbed my toiletries and any medications I had in there as well. My sleeping bag with a small tent was strapped to the top and I was ready. For what, I didn’t know.
I really was running on adrenaline and it was at that point I must have sobered up and realised what I was doing... My God, what if this is all real? I had another little adrenaline rush and took a deep breath to calm myself. Panicking wasn’t going to help.
Heading off to the meeting point on the outskirts of the suburb, the walk gave me time to calm down. The quieter backstreets, away from the hysteria helped me gain some perspective. In fact, I’d reasoned myself around to half expecting nobody to be there, or maybe a few TV cameras and a presenter saying, Jessica, you’ve been pranked!
But hearing the sirens still wailing in the distance, kept one of my feet in reality.
When I reached the meet point, I was a little surprised to find a large group there already. I thought I’d packed fast, but most were equipped with head torches and full backpacks. They must have had their gear already packed!
Jared was talking with a small group of people when he saw my arrival and he made his way over to me. Hey, glad you could come along,
he said with a warm smile.
I’m not sure why I’m here… should we be doing this? I mean… Is this all real?
You know as much as I do, Jessica. But it’s not looking good. Hey… Look, at worst we’ll spend a night in the bush while we work out what’s happening. At best… well, who knows what the hell is happening, but I know I don’t want to be in Cairns.
Well, I can’t argue with that. Where are we going?
This is the start of a walking track that heads up the mountains. Eventually, it gets to Kuranda.
Kuranda! I’m not walking all the way up there.
He held his hand up to stop me.
I’m thinking we just head up over the ridge, camp until morning, and we can look down over the city and see what’s happening. The track is easy and shouldn’t be a problem in the dark. We’re all going and I’d like you to come.
At that point, one of the alien aircraft screamed over the city. The high-pitched whistle was heard long before the deeper hum that followed as it passed a few kilometers away. I could see the sky where it should be, but all I saw was black. It had no lights on it like any of our airplanes and even with the moonlight I couldn’t see the aircraft.
I’m coming,
I said. I have nothing to lose, and this is getting a bit scary, I thought.
Jared seemed pleased. Great, good to have you with us, we’re going to give it another half hour for anyone else to arrive.
As he finished speaking, the aircraft returned, it slowed and then fired. Even at a distance, the sound was phenomenal. There was a large BOOM and everyone covered their ears instinctively.
Nup. We’ll be leaving now,
he said and turned to the others. Right everyone. Let’s move. I run this part of the track once a week so I know it well, I’ll lead.
There was a chorus of agreement and everyone filed in behind Jared as he headed up the track.
It was fairly easy walking along a well-maintained track. The talk amongst the walkers was varied. Many kept trying to ring their families, but all the mobile networks were down. Some were excited, some were stoic, but I could tell many were just plain scared, like me.
The night air was cool against my skin, but I soon warmed up from the mostly up-hill hike. The only torch I had was my mobile phone. It occurred to me about fifteen minutes into the walk that I had nothing with me to charge the phone, so I turned it off and found there was enough light from the half-moon and other people’s torches for me to find my way. At least until we entered the forest, it was so black in there, and barely any moonlight made its way to the ground, so I turned the torch back on.
I don’t know exactly what time we started, maybe midnight, but it was nearly dawn by the time we came to a small clearing where Jared stopped and said, This is far enough folks. We can camp here and have a look in a couple of hours to see what’s happened.
Everyone bombarded him with questions, which he fielded with ease. He knew nothing more than they did, but somehow he made them feel better and they set about making camp.
I didn’t bother with my tent, I was hot and a bit sweaty, in spite of the cool dry season air. So I just stretched out on my sleeping bag and lay there with absolutely no hope of sleep. I doubt anyone else would have slept either.
When the sky lightened enough to see we were in a bowl between ridges, Jared set off to climb the eastern ridge. He was followed by almost everyone. It was a short climb and as we broke through the low scrub at the top, Cairns came into view. We could see the airport and the great plume of smoke rising from it. It wasn’t a dream, it really happened. Almost in unison, everyone checked their phones for a signal, but there was none.
A few took photos, many burst into tears, which made me feel like crying with them. I choked back my tears, as I knew they weren’t going to help.
A discussion began about returning to Cairns. Jared was amongst those who said that we should wait. Look it’s going to be absolute bedlam down there, I’m pretty happy up here and I think there’s little to be lost by staying out of Cairns. If you feel you need to go back, then we’ll wait for you here.
I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t have any family there, all mine were on our cattle station outside Charters Towers and the thought of them pushed me over the edge into tears. The girl beside me saw me get upset and put her arm around my shoulders. I didn’t know her name but her kindness helped immensely. Actually I didn’t know most of these people, and the ones I did know were online people I’d had a couple of drinks with a few times. There were hundreds of people in the online group, some names you get used to seeing, but most you’ve never heard of. We were virtual strangers, thrown together by circumstance.
After some discussion, a few people decided they were going to go back to Cairns, while the rest stayed put. I chose the latter as I could only imagine the chaos that Cairns would be in. At least up high on this ridge, I could feel a little distance from it.
One of the guys pulled out a small drone and unfolded the arms ready to fly it. Well, I’ll save you guys a walk.
he said proudly. We were all pretty interested in what he was going to be able to see with it.
He stood there for a few moments pushing buttons with a furrow in his brow, looking intently at the screen. I can’t get a GPS lock.
Can it fly without GPS?
asked one of the girls.
Yeah, but I might lose it… Guess it doesn’t matter now I 'spose. I’ll give it a crack.
He placed it on the ground in the middle of the clearing and we all stood back to watch. When he turned it on, his face was full of concentration, the propellers all started spinning but when it lifted into the air it was erratic. It wobbled and spun around all over the place. It’s not responding, it says it’s got a signal problem, but I dunno how, it’s got a range of ten kay
The drone made a few more erratic swings before suddenly taking off vertically like a rocket for maybe fifty meters and then headed for Cairns before beginning to tumble through the air, all the way to the ground where we saw it hit a rocky outcrop. It was destroyed. Bugger it!
said the owner.
Maybe the signal was being jammed?
someone said behind me.
Maybe… Doesn’t matter now though, it’s gone,
said the guy, throwing the remote controller in his backpack before sitting down hard on it.
There were twenty of us left when the group of about a dozen headed back down the hill. When they left, Jared addressed us all informally. Guys, it’s gonna get hot later, I’d suggest we all grab some food and sleep if you can.
I ate some rice crackers and had some water. I wasn’t hungry but thought I should try to eat something. Stretched out on my sleeping bag again, I slept fitfully for about an hour.
I woke to the sound of an approaching alien aircraft. We heard several large BOOMS as it approached us from the south. Everyone stood and squinted against the morning sunlight trying to see the black spaceship. It looked a bit like a stealth bomber; it was all angular and pointed at the front. It was moving so fast it was hard to get a good look at it and it didn’t seem to reflect light, like it was there but not really. I saw it bank and head for the Barron Gorge, which was quite close to us. It slowed over the gorge momentarily and Jared yelled, GET DOWN
just before it fired. The shock wave was tremendous. Anyone still standing would have been blown flat on the ground. My ears were ringing with the impact. When we regained our senses, a few raced back up the eastern ridge to see what happened. As my ears recovered, I could still hear a low rumble, and it turned out, the rumble wasn’t hearing damage. They had hit the dam wall and billions of litres of water were now roaring down the river. There was also water coming from the south to meet it and we watched in horror as it all swept towards the coast, taking houses with it.
That’s the water from the Copperlode Dam meeting the Barron Gorge water down there. They’re going for the infrastructure,
said a voice behind me. It was James, our online group’s resident conspiracy theorist. He was a thin, unhealthy looking guy with dark hair and a complexion that hadn’t seen the sun in a while. We met at the first drinks night and I quickly worked out not to get into a conversation with him. A nice enough guy, but he has some pretty different ideas.
It’s their plan. Take out the infrastructure to bring the population under control. They’ll be doing it in an order of priority. First, they’d disrupt communications, which explains what happened to the phones and the drone, as they’d be jamming all the frequencies. Then they’d bomb the airports to gain air superiority, and then power generation. Fairly textbook really,
he said with a shrug.
So what’s next then?
asked a cynical voice.
Depends on what they want to do... beat us into submission or wipe us out. Ports and rail are next if they want us to submit, roads are if they want to contain us for extermination.
Jared interjected with an exasperated edge to his voice. "Jesus, James, I don’t think anyone needs to be more scared. We don’t know what they are planning."
But not everyone was done with the subject.
Yeah?
said one of the other guys. And why not do it all at once instead of bits and pieces?
James rolled