I was going about my life, hefting a large piece of space junk through the grey wasteland. I had to keep situating it between my four arms to keep it from hurting. I had just put it down and turned to get another one when something red darted past me, crating a large cloud of dust. I looked to the source, only to see a large foreign space shuttle lowering to the ground, creating waves of dirt.

I sighed exasperatedly. “Here we go again.” I mutter under my breath.

I spun around and slid across the ground as fast as I could, just as the sirens started going off. The loud muffled voice of the warnings for the invasion filled the air.

This wasn’t the first time an invasion like this had happened. They happened around once a week. Once a week they had to find a new place to live, to inhabit and make liveable.

Liveable, for a week, maybe two if they were lucky.

It was getting old.

I sped towards the shimmering gold space craft, which was currently lowering a ramp for us to get into. I quickly ascended the ramp, which was lighting up as I went by. I hefted myself onto a cushion that was attached to the wall and buckled myself in, several others doing the same.

After a few moments of more of us piling into the ship, I caught sight of the earthlings, carrying guns and other sorts of weaponry. Just then, the ramp started to raise, blocking my view of the foreigners.

As we lifted off, someone next to me faced me. “It’s my 546th time. What about you?”

I shook the upper half of my body, scoffing. “You don’t want to know.”

Then, I was forced against the wall, black spots clouding my vision until it was all I saw.