 Welcome to Microterrorz. Scary stories for kids. Where it's always the spooky season. Full of chills. Thrills. And spine-tingling spooks. Microterrorz are family-friendly frights for those ages 8 and up. And while our stories are for younger years, we are still talking about things that go bump in the night. And some children may not be able to handle what others can. Parental consent is recommended. Now for tonight's Microterrorz. Halloween Night of the Living Dead Part 4. Decimation of the Dead. It was official. Holman, Ohio had become ground zero for events that should have only existed in the bad science fiction and horror films of the 1950s and 60s. The ones that Peter Dixon and Sean Rhodes, two 12-year-olds, mind you, watched devotedly. Space lightning had reanimated the dead from the Holman West Cemetery. Then a force field had cut Holman off from the rest of the world. And as the unexpected cherry on top of this nightmarish cobbler, a UFO landed, bringing with it a large, hulking entity from another world. Peter and Sean trembled in the presence of the armor-suited alien. That was until it vaporized a horde of zombies who were about to secure their grim fates as hollow shells of their former selves to help pad the numbers of the walking dead. This is all one giant misunderstanding, the alien had said. I am going to be in so much trouble. Peter and Sean gawked at the interstellar visitor. Any fear they once had for it was now gone. Honestly, to them, the alien sounded like a teenager who had screwed up royally. And as it turned out, that's exactly what had happened. The alien said next. I am from the Orlet Quadrant, a far away region in one of the darkest corners of space. Peter was the first to speak back, although cautiously. I'm Peter. This is Sean. What is going on here? Aphros Isar exhaled, defeatedly through his speaker. Ack's repository when I wasn't supposed to. I had been warned several times but just cannot stay away. He stores so many interesting devices there. I was messing around with the CEU and I accidentally activated it. I bumped the machine trying to turn it off, but it was too late. It sent a pulse through space, ending here at these exact coordinates. Peter and Sean wanted to smile. They wanted to laugh in relief. After all of the horror they had been through, because of it all was an adolescent alien from a distant world who had just simply not listened to his parents? Who hadn't been in that situation? There was one question though that was on the boy's minds, and Sean was the one who spoke up for the both of them. What's a CEU? Aphros Isar responded promptly. What's that? Peter asked. Dead bodies give off a toxin called our species, extracts cadaverine from across the universe to help with cell regeneration procedures. Aphros said. He looked around and scratched his head, well, scratched the glass dome over his head, and said, I guess there was a glitch or something. I'd certainly say so, Aphros. Peter shouted. Now just annoyed rather than scared. Our families are dead, man. They've become walking corpses, craving skin and brains. Aphros said, nervously looking around. The bodies lurked in the night around them, beginning to close in again. Peter and Sean weren't so sure that he could fix this. How could he? People had died, then died again. Aphros said again, but this time much more confidently. It actually seemed like he had a plan. He grabbed a small device off his armor and tossed it down in front of the boys. A transparent force field shot up around them, basing them in what was basically a shimmering bubble, a much smaller scale version of what unnaturally sheltered Holman. Hey! Peter screamed. Let us out! Now! Aphros placed a hand on the shimmering encasement. I will fix this. He said one more time. Something about it seemed genuine. Peter nodded, slightly hesitant, but what other choice did they have? He relaxed his body and stepped back, sliding up against Sean. Aphros lifted his laser cannon, the swirling colors around the barrel, picking up speed and becoming a hueful blur. He turned and rushed off into the night. In the street, he was stopped by a half-dozen snarling, rotting corpses. He lifted his cannon and fired three quick, thumping shots. All six of the undead blew up in puffs of ashes. The action caught the attention of several other zombies from a nearby yard. They staggered out into the street where Aphros aimed, and he took them out one by one. Three more sizzled and popped into ash. Something latched onto Aphros' leg. He looked down and saw a zombie crawling around him, trying to grip and grasp his leg. Aphros aimed his weapon down and fired. The crawling ghoul exploded. All around him, Aphros could hear the groans of the dead, but the night made it difficult to see. He extracted another device from his armor and tossed it straight up into the air. Acting like a flare, the device exploded nearly 30 feet up, creating a blue glow across Holman. Now the dead were visible. There were dozens in all directions moving in. Aphros was a one-alien killing machine and acting such a surreal decimation of the dead that both Peter and Sean assumed they'd wake up from a severe candy-infused nightmare at any moment. Lasers blasted throughout the night, and the walking dead became nothing but smoldering dust. Holman was covered in a fine ash and powder by the time morning came. Once Aphros made his rounds to be sure the town was secure of the zombie menace, he came back to the shimmering bubble the boys were in and retracted it. Peter and Sean couldn't believe their eyes. Holman was a wasteland. Smoke billowed up from every corner. Houses were charred, some still burning, and bones and dust decorated the landscape like a macabre filter had been placed over it. It was certainly the clean-up job of a child. The threat is gone, Aphros proudly stated. Yeah, but Peter began, so is everyone else, and everything is destroyed. Aphros stood with his hands on his hips, scanning the devastating landscape around them. Sean buried his face in the palms of his hands. The government's gonna come for us now, aren't they? He was right, Peter thought. Surely the encasement Holman was put in would catch the eye of someone, satellite or radar system. Over the summer, Peter had heard on the news that the government had secret programs that dealt with this kind of phenomena. It was only a matter of time before they showed up. There would be questions, investigations. You need to fix this, Peter said to Aphros. Aphros clammed up. He'd made a mistake and then acted in the moment to try and remedy it. He wasn't thinking about the aftermath or what it would mean to the unassuming occupants of planet Earth. The gathering, Aphros said, as if a bulb sprung to life in his mind. That's what this whole thing was all about, means, he said, looking around at the billowing land. I can use our systems, our technology. That's their purpose after all, cell regeneration. I can bring back everyone, I promise. Peter and Sean were obviously skeptical. Not because of what Aphros claimed their technology could do with the cadaverine, but because Aphros had already proven himself to be a major screw-up. The boys turned away from the teenage alien and conversed quietly between themselves. If we leave it all like this, everyone is dead and everything is gone permanently, Peter said. If we put a little bit of trust into Aphros, there's a chance they could all be brought back. Certainty or chance. That's what the fates of Holman's residents came down to. And Sean quickly agreed with his friend. Okay, he said, with a surrendering sigh. Aphros was thrilled that the boys trusted him to make everything right. He rushed to his ship in the cemetery and brought back with him a device that acted as a vacuum. Over the next hour, Aphros sucked up all the dust, bones, and remains of the zombies and their former selves. The vacuum device was stored on the ship in a cooling chamber, and a few flips of switches on a control panel lifted the shimmering blue encasement that had cupped over Holman. What's all of your people? Aphros promised. Sean looked at the devastation that surrounded them. What are we supposed to do? Where are we supposed to go? In the distance, an air raid siren began to work. A radar, a satellite, something had detected the anomalous event. They're going to take us away! Sean cried out, his wide eyes filled with panic. Peter looked around, waiting to see helicopters and drones flooding the airspace. The boys' uncertain fate was clear to Aphros as well. Aphros said, Peter and Sean were stunned. My ship's not our species. Our worlds. Worlds? Peter emphasized the pluralness of Aphros' word. Aphros grinned beneath his helmet. Deep space is filled with wonders and places you cannot imagine. Time means nothing. Plains of different existences can crisscross. There are sites that need to be seen. Come with me. The boys thought about it. They listened to the blaring sirens. The cavalry would arrive soon enough. And rather than be subjected to whatever the secret government factions would ultimately put forth, they thought, what would Aphros do? He'd make a snap decision. He'd disobey authority. He'd get on the ship and go to places and worlds unknown to him for the pure thrill of it. And that's exactly what Peter and Sean did. They followed Aphros up the ramp and in through the underbelly of the saucer-shaped ship. All three of them settled into the cockpit area where Aphros brought to life millions of tiny glowing lights on all sides of them. A small oval-shaped screen off to Sean's right caught his eye. There was a green line that kept shooting across a grid accompanied by a sharp pinging sound. What's that? Sean asked, pointing to the screen. Aphros leaned in and took a closer look as the ship's engine activated. It's flagging his signal from a separate astral level and weary him. It was Aphros' response. What? The boys both asked in unison. Plains of existence. What kind of signal? Peter asked. Aphros smirked and looked at the boys. Anyone up for a side quest? Zombies? Aliens? The imminent arrival of secret government officials with unknown intentions? Peter and Sean had nothing to lose. They were in so over their heads that their adolescent minds insisted, keep going, what would Aphros do? They agreed and Aphros tapped the screen to let the source of the distress call know that they were on their way. The ship lifted up off the cemetery grounds, sliced through the clouds and propelled itself to the stars. The end. Thank you for listening to Microtarrows. Join us each Saturday for another scary story. For more fun, visit our website at Microtarrows.com where we will also have spooky games you can print out and play, like wicked word searches, mysterious mazes and more. Microtarrows.com is also where you can find us on your favorite social media and even send in your own scary story for us to tell. Plus, you'll learn more about our author, Scott Donnelly, who has other horrors for both young and old. I hope you'll join me again soon from Microtarrows. Scary stories for kids. If you want to listen to the podcast, you can find it at WeirdDarkness.com slash listen.