I can’t even believe this is actually happening. One minute everything was completely normal. Life was normal. The next, people are running out of their houses just trying to stay alive.

How is it possible that we are actually being invaded? We are fucking America and we are being invaded. How did this happen?

“Lilly! Please grab a bag of clothes and let’s move!” Greg yells at me.

I blink awake from the shock that I’m feeling and start to move. A bag of clothes? What if we never come back? I’m supposed to take with me a bag of clothes? What about our memories? Pictures? All of that might never be here when I get back. I’m just supposed to leave it all behind.

I work my way through my drawers trying to push back the thought of what I’d be leaving behind and grab a little bit of everything.

“Greg, where are we going to go?!” I cry out to him in disbelief.

“I think Mexico is our closest bet. Once we get there we’ll figure out what to do.”

Mexico? His grand idea is Mexico? Well, I guess if they’re not the ones invading us, why the hell not?

Suddenly I start to hear gunshots. I glance out our bedroom window and all I can see is our neighbor down on the ground.

“Oh my god Greg! I think they shot Dan!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He says running toward the window. “We have to move now! This is getting insane.”

After about ten more minutes we’re crouching through our living room trying to avoid being seen through our windows. Greg opens our garage door and we get into our car.

Now, is when things get difficult. We need to drive out of this neighborhood before we get stopped by _them_.

“Alright Lilly. As soon as we pull out of the garage make sure to keep your head down.” He begins to lower the driver seat back. “I figure I can reverse using the camera. Maybe I can drive us out of the neighborhood this way.”

“Okay. I nod, completely freaking out.”

As soon as we’re both as low as we can get Greg hits the garage remote. The door begins to open and apparently it is the slowest garage door in the world.

Looking at the camera all we see is chaos in the streets. Bodies scattered all around the ground, suitcases, clothing, it looks like a war zone. I can’t even believe that yesterday was just a normal quiet day in our neighborhood. Saying hi to our neighbors talking about stupid things like sports and politics. And now? We will probably never see these people again.

Greg speeds out of the garage in reverse and continues down the block.

“Hold on.” He says as he pulls a skidding turn to get us facing forward. As soon as we’re turned he steps on the gas and floors it.

Within seconds gun shots ring out. The rear glass goes out and glass shards rain down into the car. But we’re safe. It takes us about two minutes to make it out of our neighborhood driving in complete silence, not even knowing what to say. Both of us in complete shock as we head towards Mexico.

Is it possible that we’ll make this eight hour drive without running into trouble? Why do I feel like this is just the beginning of the longest day of our lives?