On the Move
A Godzilla the Series/ID4 crossover
by: Laura Boeff

 Day 2
 

 Earl Hummington whistled as his once clean Winnebago rumbled down the road. His wife was working on mending a shirt and his grand-daughter slept curled into a little ball on the back couch. If it wasn't for the fact the world was ending, and that his grand-daughter was the last remaining survivor of his family, one would have thought it to be simply another family trip.
 Earl knew better... painfully so. They were heading east, like others he'd talked to on the c.b. with.
 Heading toward the airbase and possible salvation. They could use a little salvation right now.
 The Winnebago bounced lightly and Earl paid it no mind till it bounced again, then again. He frowned. The road looked smooth enough and the jostles didn't feel like potholes.
 "Problem?" his wife of forty one years asked quietly.
 "Hope not," he sighed as the gentle bounces came more and more regularly. It was then he caught sight of his sideview mirror.
 "What the...?"
 His wife, Marion, came up into the co-pilots seat a worried frown on her face.
 "What is it, Earl?"
 "Something behind us," he said, trying to adjust his mirror. Far back on the horizon was a dark blob growing larger with every bounce of the r.v.
 Marion went to the small rear window and parted the curtain, swaying with the rocking of the vehicle.
 "Can you see it?" he called, trying not to wake his grand-daughter. There was a moments silence as the blob grew in his mirror.
 "Pull off, Earl!" Marion called urgently.
 "What?!"
 "Pull off. Way off. Far away from the road as you can get!"
 Earl sighed. They hadn't gotten this far in their marriage without trust. And he trusted his wife above all things. So he hauled heavily on the wheel, his grand-daughter giving a tired exclamation as the rough desert terrain bounced beneath their wheels.
 A few minutes straight left of the road Earl stopped the Winnebago and parked it.
 "This far enough?" he asked, but Marion was already opening the door.
 The bounces he felt earlier were still trembling through the ground beneath their feet, sending little shivers through the three as they watched the rapidly growing blob.
 "Oh my lord," Marion whispered and Nealy, his grand-daughter, clung to her grandmother without comment.
 There was no mistaking the massive shape striding effortlessly down the highway, the earth trembling with its every footfall.
 "Godzilla," Earl whispered, amazed as the setting sun seem to be swallowed up by the huge lizard's body. Above the thundering boom of every stride was the high pitch whine of a ninja racing bike. To his utter shock, Earl saw the small, fast vehicle leading the massive lizard, both easily doing 120 mph.
 At that speed, it was only seconds till the bike zipped past, the man riding it a blur as a huge clawed foot pile-drov into the desert soil, lifting it up in a gout of dirt and sand in its passing. Neither the monster or the man on the bike seemed to notice them as they both plowed there way down the road.
 "What do you think, Earl?" his wife asked softly.
 "I think the aliens are in big trouble," Earl chuckled.
 Big, green trouble.