“A few years ago, I lost my brother to war. He was fighting in Vietnam, and he died when he was parachuting down. It was the worst day of my life when those two soldiers came to my doorstep. I cried for hours. My father and I talked for hours. It was probably the most I ever talked to him in my life. Even after mom died we only said what was socially acceptable. It was nice.

But anyways, going off topic. Today, I got a phone call from my formerly dead brother. Today started out normal enough. I woke up at 8 AM sharp, went to the grocery store, supported a local bakery, and then went home. Maybe I would go on a walk later. Well, definitely not now because at 3:27 PM my younger brother called. My brother. The one that was shot. Yeah, that one.

Well, he called and said all this shit about not being able to call. As if making excuses about missing for nearly four years was going to make up for all the grief and lost time. I, naturally, had a small breakdown. I cried and screamed at him about what was happening. Was he okay? Was I hallucinating? Did I suddenly have die?

I didn’t die nor was I hallucinating. He was okay-ish. Some new scars and new trauma, but overall he was doing fine enough. He then said that he was sorry but that I’m going to have to join him.

As it turns out, he was part of a CIA project. He was a sort of super soldier, and he joined the project because he wanted to save the world. Since, you know, aliens are attacking us. Everyone is going to be forced to fight. Even the women and children.

So, here I am. Of course, there were a few things that happened between then and now, but that’s a whole other story. So, what did you think?”

“Mandy, girl, that was something.” A soldier wearing a cybernetic eye replied.

“Wow. I mean, I was just recruited. I never got a dramatic phone call from my dead brother.” The teen with dyed hair and a missing finger said.

“Yup. Hell, I’m just glad it didn’t involve shooting a man.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. Okay people, we’re just about on our drop off point. You ready to kill some fucking aliens!?”

A chorus of screams of anger, bloodlust, and excitement reverberated through the hull of the ship to their captains statement.

“Then let’s fucking go!”

And everyone jumped to fight and die on the moon.