THEY CAME... | 1/3 |

Before I saw them with my eyes, I saw them in my dreams. 

I woke up in a sweat, their details quickly fading from memory. What stayed with me was the feeling of horror.

Six weeks later, they came.

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Picture a grizzly bear, with the armor of a crocodile, and the eyes of a demon... 

Big steel ships screeched overhead, massive white light beams flashed on and off like controlled thunder. The world watched as they came down... and mauled the Earth's population away to nothing.

Some tried to fight back, but they didn't stand a chance. 

I was with my family that night, just a boy. They came in when we were sleeping and devoured my sister in her room across from mine. She screamed the whole time. I was frozen with fear.

I threw my bed sheets over me and hid. Dad stormed in after my sister, he was yelling for her, crying, he tried shooting... but it got him.

It went after my mom next.

I hid there til morning. Stayed up all night listening to the screams of my neighbors getting slaughtered. 

By sunrise it went quiet. I'd hear something terrible slither outside my window occasionally, the bed already wet from fear and an overflowing bladder.

Around noon, I peeked out from my bed sheets for the first time... The house was a mess, my sister's bedroom was torn to hell, the door frame smashed by a monster's entrance. Blood all over... My sister's left arm lying there... My father's foot.

It was too much to take in. I didn't go see what happened to Mom.

I went to the front window and saw the neighborhood in bloody disarray. It was quiet...

I went to where the front door used to be, walked through it in a trance, no concern if I died right there.

I saw one of those things standing in my neighbor's driveway, it's evil eyes locked onto mine. I didn't move and neither did it.

He blinked. I didn't. 

He stepped forward. I held my ground.

He creeped towards me, staying low to the ground, but still towering over me... I instinctively put my hand out as though he was a neighbor's dog. 

He froze, looked at me... Turned his head, blinked... Blood foamed at it's mouth, dripped onto the grass... 

I put my hand out... Slowly, gently pet him... It feels like a scaly, nightmarish landscape.

It makes a noise... First I think it's angry... Then I realize, it's purring. 

I step forward, look up at him, we lock eyes.  "It's OK..." I say.

His mouth hanged open, reeked of the neighbor's corpses. 

I slowly raised my Dad's shotgun, pressed the barrel to the beast's forehead. 

"It's OK buddy." I whispered.

I wiped away a tear... and pulled the trigger. 

BAM!!

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THEY SAW... | 2/3 | Coming Soon

I CONQUERED. | 3/3 | Coming Soon