Daily Dime: Invasion

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Invasion
By S.S.Marks
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All was silent. The explosions had stopped and the sirens were quiet. Scott sat in the dark thinking of returning to the surface. That last one was close, real close. His home might not be there any more, then what, rebuild? Why? They would just drop another on it. So he just sat there, dreaming of the days before the bombs. An all clear siren sounded and Scott decided to leave the confines of his shelter. Once outside he was shocked to find his house still standing. In fact the whole street was still standing and there was no sign that a bomb even fell. Everything seemed to look newer than he remembered. Scott was at the back of the house. He walked over to the back door and found it locked. He could not remember locking it before he went into the shelter. Scott shrugged his shoulders and walked around to the front. Something was not right about the scene in front of him. The lights, something was wrong with the street lights. He never looked at them before but he was sure that they were different. The street was void of any car. Understandable for the all clear having just sounded. That was it the siren where was the siren. It stood three houses down and was the biggest eyesore on the block. Where had it gone? Where had the 'all clear' come from?

Scott walked up to the front door, also locked. He looked under the mat for his spare key, gone. What was going on here he always kept a key under the mat. Thats when he heard it. Not very loud at first just a low hum. He began to look around and could see nothing up or down the street. The hum got louder and began to pulse. The beat of it overwhelmed him. Scott tried to keep from breathing in the same rhythm as the hum but failed. Then as suddenly as it had begun the hum stopped. Scott was convinced that this was no longer his home. The bomb he thought he heard was not a bomb at all. His home was now occupied territory. It would only be a matter of time until he was discovered. Scott began to run down the street hoping to flee before they got to him.

Scott stopped cold. His heart was racing as he saw the line of invaders marching up the street. They looked so alien to Scott. They had two arms and two legs the same as him and two eyes as well. Their skin was so pale and their hair was very different from Scott's. The stories he heard as a child could not prepare him for what he was now seeing. His home, all that he knew, were now under the control of creatures from another world. Creatures who were known through out the galaxy to leave no survivors on the worlds the conquered. He could not believe this was happening. It was like a bad dream. The the humans have invaded.

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