In a world where humans conquared their universe. Aliens aren’t as bad as they seem.
If I’m being honest, they’re less like aliens and more like animals or a different species of human in most cases. For easier understanding we call them aliens though.
For the past 70 years humans and aliens have been living in peace amongst eachother, not to say there isn’t any hostile ones. After long war with our now allies, we concluded there’s bigger fish to fry.
Outside of just our universe there’s more than just us and we need help to understand. There’s no doubt that tension still lives, but hopefully this alliance may last just long enough for us to escape what’s coming.
The sounds of monsters running behind me through the darkness made my stomach churn.
The leaves crunching and twigs breaking under heavy wild steps were the only things I could hear.
“You’re time is up, Better Run!” An eerily excited voice blared throughout the vicinity sending a shiver down my spine.
The thin sneakers I thought was a good idea to wear in the rain quickly sunk into the thick mud and filled with liquid in the trench I lied in.
Bright lights ran through the darkness followed by human sized shadows.
“There’s marks in the mud!” A low rough voice yelled out before a booming siren rang out.
Weighing my options as the blinding lights grew larger my body completely froze before everything went black once again tonight.
The sound of the shovel hitting dirt made my heartrate skyrocket. We’re so close to reaching the renowned piece.
“I can almost feel it!” My older brother calls out in excitement.
The atmosphere of the barren forest and the fear that was originally in my heart completely disappeared.
At first, the emptiness of the forest was extremely off-putting. The lack of life and the deadness of everything in the area made the two very uneasy but they fought through.
The sound of metal hitting plastic drew my attention back to my brother.
“Jean look at this!” My brother said raising a black box packed with dirt and gravel.
Before I could say anything a red light flashed into my left eye sending pain throughout my entire body causing a sharp cry of pain and in response the closing of my remaining eye.
Panic ran through my chest when my brother had no response.
In sheer desperation, I overcome the pain to look for my brother only to see a multitude of colors shooting toward me with a white box growing larger in the middle.
The words “Welcome to The Game” floated inside in red text and a similar colored button below it.
How did I get here? This new fashion of life. When did everything become this way. I feel…. miserable here.
We thought everything would be better. They told us it would be and everything is, to them atleast. Life just isn’t the same for me.
Why am I the odd one out? This new world isn’t like the stories grandpa used to tell, Nothing like it at all.
There’s no bar fights and genuine woman like my grandmother anymore at all. Am I becoming like everyone else? No definitely not that’s why I’m alone.
It all started with those damned ecologist. First went gas.,Next they came for our food and now even electricity is barely permitted.
Where did we go wrong? Is there even a way to fix this world. I don’t want my children growing up like this.
Ha, like I’ll even be able to have any with my luck. There isn’t much I could do regardless on my own on this cursed planet alone, this isn’t the only one those conservationists have conquered.
Sweat drips from my eyebrows down my face. A loud bang sounds through your the alley as the door slams.
I rush off without hesitation with no regard to who saw me. My body shaken to its core.
Why? Why lie about something like that? Is it even true? No it can’t be I need to know.
A bright light shines in the corner of my eye. In an instant I drop to the floor scraping the skin off my elbow. The adrenaline in me overpowers the pain.
Footsteps splash in the rain as I see a shadow approach outlined by the orangish hue beaming from the street light above it.
“Nah, we’re good,”
The shadow fades with swiftness and sprints into the building once more.
The pain starts to settle in as I attempt to lift myself off the ground. The rain burning in the wound.
The long painful sprint to my large home was well worth as the smiles of my children warm my heart.
The coldness sinks in again as the thought of what I’ve just learned works it way back up into my thoughts.
A lound crash at the door sets off my instincts, instantly grabbing my two sons and sprinting upstairs.
Armed men get to me faster then I could climb dragging us all down the stairs ending the night in tragedy.
Spending my thirtieth birthday alone. What a shock with the life I’ve lived. Success into failure over and over again. “Can it get any worse?” I whisper to myself walking out of a rundown bar on my street.
The streets beside me were overtaken by nature. All the buildings on this street look as if they were hit by a nuclear bomb, including my small apartment.
Cars rip and bump trying to get through the road. Two squirrels run from behind wood scraps startling me. Everything was pitch black besides the beaming car lights.
Still feeling uneasy I try and calm myself. Before I could breathe the car lights disappeared for a second before everything turned bright.
My eyes take a minute to adjust before a voice speaks.” Welcome to Hysteria Harbonage” said an eerily loud voice like it was inside of my head.
“The Heir of Draspin, Welcome.”
The wind whips against the windows as the lights flicker on and off. “Please stay inside,” The news reporter says before the power finally shuts down. The children cry creating even more chaos in the fray. The temperature steadily drops and the wind whips even harder until a small window behind the shelf the TV rests on bursts spilling in water. Panic sinks in as the only person close to an adult in the began to cry as well. The children stopped crying abruptly as the water seemed to drain, but the feeling was quickly lost. Everything in the small room including the children slid and smacked the wall as the room fell on its side plunging deep into the cold darkness of the ocean.
The bright intense lights burn my eyes. “He’s awake!” A nurse shouts running from my room. The sensation of liquid pumping into my right arm sends my brain into panic but my body is unable to move. A swarm of cops and doctors flood the room. My speech was impeded by a large tube down my throat and a mask the size of my entire face pumping what I could only assume was oxygen into my lungs. Quickly, someone wheeled me off into another bright room this time with a large mirror in front of me. “Send in the gas.” Came from a loudspeaker and a pungent, bitter smell singed my nose before I lost all sense.
Regret washes over her as the feral wolves gain on her leaving nowhere to escape. She ran to the best of her ability still stunned by the acts that got her here. In the end, her kindness got to best of her. Jane, a very caring woman deceived by the cruel cold world. The wolves gained on her quickly due to the shoddy terrain. As she ran farther a small hut came into view. A quiet snap alerts the wolves as an orange thick haze floods the forest impeding their ability to run. Jane drops to the floor before hearing words that will haunt her for the rest of her time, “Such pretty nails.”
