Micro-Humanity. Lippi Daniele

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      The patrol — that is the scouting along the second protective ditch — began and ended as most current patrols: quietly. And the quieter the patrols, the more nervous Jenny became.

      Pedro, who knew her best, placed a hand on her shoulder “Our shift is over now, come on, let’s have a drink, it will do you good, it will help you relax.”

      She looked at the burning ditch one last time and then nodded, following him “Someday this will all end, won’t it?” she whispered to him.

      He nodded with a melancholy smile “Yes, as it started it will end, yes, it will end.”

      After the usual couple of rounds of beer, they collected their stuff and headed towards the barracks —nothing more than a large pavilion crammed with bunk beds with five beds on top of each other, but they were calling it ‘home’ at the moment.

      On the way, Pedro was still laughing at the bad joke that Jenny had played on the young bartender Jack who, having a terrible crush on her, accepted everything, blatant as few have ever been in the history of humanity, when she stopped abruptly.

      Pedro turned again laughing “What’s up? Feeling guilty? It would be high time!” he said, laughing even louder.

      She got to him with two quick strides plugging his mouth “Shut up! Listen!”

      Pedro immediately fell silent and tilted his head to one side trying to listen, then shrugged.

      “Don’t you hear a…” alarm sirens began to scream “strange hum?”

      Pedro instinctively took his flamethrower up, looking around in alarm “What’s going on?”

      Jenny pulled out her Captain binoculars pointing it towards the hum that she had heard.

      Pedro pointed a finger in the same direction “That cloud seems to move against the wind.”

      Jenny silently waited for the binoculars to focus and identify what was coming towards them and then turned pale “Grasshoppers!” She whispered, petrified “Grasshoppers!” She repeated and, putting her hands in her hair, she shouted “Grasshoppers swarm! All sheltered! Run to the shelters, quickly!”

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