[ WP ] Nuclear testing in the Nevada desert tore a hole In the dimensional rift . Other beings have been trying to come through , you are a soldier in Area 51 preventing these beings from invading the world .

Area 51 held a lot of secrets. The biggest secret of all was that this place kept all the rich and spoiled sons, daughters, nephews and nieces of the senators, congressmen, past presidents, and the wealthiest of the wealthy out of harms way. Ideally we shipped in. Then a higher ranking officer assigned us duties to attend to. After a few years of this we retire to kiss babies and let people call us heroes. None of us expected to see the things we saw on that morning. 
 
 The usual soldier life took place that morning. We all woke up at the crack of 10 A.M. The espresso machine failed on us. That should have been warning number 1. After that terrible experience I jumped in my Jeep and went on patrol with Private Bush. An hour later a flash went off. It looked like a reverse of a nuclear testing. All the air around the area mushroom clouded inwards. Myself and Private Bush instantly drove towards it to check it out. Over the radio we heard screams of help. The brakes suddenly stomped itself. I took out my rifle to make sure the ammunition filled the clip then loaded it in. After seeing a few other vehicles pass us, the brake finally let itself go. A fire fight took place once we showed up. 
 
 Literally a fire fight. Two dragons that looked like they made love to a rabbit spit out fire towards my fellow soldiers. The fire engulfed everything it touched. Luckily we were just outside its range. The poor individuals that drove in the vehicles with properly functioning brakes took the bunt of the blast. The odd part of the entire thing was that the soldiers were n't burning. They looked as if they were drowning. The fire changed into a jelly that sat on top of them. Private Bush and I knew what we had to do. Our malfunctioning Jeep however put itself in reverse. The seat belts also got stuck. It was as if it drove itself away from the danger. I however bravely called in to the command tower. `` Command tower, something came through the blast.'' 
 
 `` What came through?'' 
 
 `` Something that spits fire and looks like Falkor from The Neverending Story. Send in the Apache helicopters or something.'' 
 
 `` Get out of the blast zone. Another nuke is set to go off in a 3 minutes.'' 
 
 `` These things are following us though. What do we do?'' 
 
 `` Soldier, kill them.'' 
 
 Once the words `` get out of blast zone'' were told to us the jeep instantly let me control it again. Fire blotches landed at the edge of our tires. Private Bush shot at them. They bled easily. Private Bush then grabbed the wheel and told me to take over. He knew I controlled the rifle like a surgeon controls the scalpel. From what seemed about 500 yards away, might have been closer or further. I shot one in the eye during its mid blow of the next wave of fire Jello. It knocked it's head to the left squirting the beast next to it. That left us with only one beast that now held eligibility for a handicap placard. I shot it about a dozen or so times down the neck. The fire gel oozed out bringing the monster down. In the distance a blast took place. A nuclear blast this time. That looked to take care of the bridge. 
 
 Nothing after that ever emerged out. We were all reassigned to a base in the Bermuda Triangle. This base looks safer. Sadly the espresso machine never made it over here. A margarita machine replaced it, but a soldier can never really be replaced.
