- MaxRealflugel
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Entry: October 25th 2552
I was afraid at first, but then who wouldn't be? Dad had always told us that they would never come. Not to Earth. But he was wrong.
He said we would be safe from them, but they still found us, hiding under the streets and houses, living like rats. And they killed us like rats.
Initially when they found us we thought we could stop them. A few of the smaller ones came at first, hobbling around on their short squat legs. They looked clumsy, uncoordinated, and almost comedic. It was like a twisted circus act, complete with a full line up of freaks.
But we quickly discovered that we were wrong.
Dad was among the first to fall. He managed to kill three of the smaller ones, but then a taller, more competent alien came.
I can still see the image in my head of when dad was shot - bright blue streaks of fire piercing the air. He fell, and never got up again.
Then we ran. We all ran.
I managed to find a small sewer pipe just big enough to fit inside. I crawled up as quickly and as quietly as I could. Then I stopped, and listened to the screams. They seemed to echo along the pipe, torturing me for leaving, for running. But eventually, even the screams ended.
For days I lay there in complete silence. Riddled with cramp, and daring not even to sleep or scratch as I played host to a flood of cockroaches.
On the fourth day the sewer became unbearable. So I took a chance and headed for the surface...
...what I saw broke me.
[Edited on 02.26.2010 12:29 AM PST]