A/N: I've always thought, what if aliens did invade? Wouldn't it be kind of hilariously ironic if they were 'Skitters' and 'mechs'? don't you wonder how the cast of FS would react? XD I'm here to tell you a story, of how I would deal with it, etc. I only own myself and I guess my friends, in a metaphorically speaking way, and the story. The cast of Falling Skies, well. They own themselves o-o also, Rated T for some cussing, and well. Violence, gore, yadda yadda.
It was just a normal Tuesday afternoon. I look at the bottom of my computer screen. 4:04 PM. Good. Another few hours 'til my family gets home. I change the tab to Facebook, scrolling down my feed. 'Like if u r not racist! LOL like if U do this! Like if U R human!' These pictures irritated the crap outta me. I sigh, switching to Tumblr. I smile at a few posts, reblog some, favorite, yadda- yadda. I see my friend, a 'redditor', ask me, "when does the narwhal bacon?" I roll my eyes, smiling. Typing in the answer box, "Midnight, for the millionth time!" I click "post", but my wifi stops. "Ugh." I mumble, hearing a loud boom outside. And another. And another. I crawl up to the window, seeing nothing unusual, then another huge BOOM, and my neighborhood pretty much explodes. I scream as part of the ceiling caves in, sliding underneath a sturdy table. Biting my nails, shorter than they are from my anxiety disorder, a panic attack over takes me. I clench my fits, sweating, forcing deep breaths. It passes after a few minutes, then I hear more chaos outside. I bounce over the ruins of my living room with much 'grace'. Aka, I trip over everything. I look through the somehow-still-standing window, and see what looks like, a space ship? The door to it opens, and out steps a tall figure, which I cannot see the details very well, but then it comes out from the shadows. I rub my eyes to make sure I'm seeing right. Standing in my road is an Overlord. From my favorite show. Oh, and that's not all. Then come the 'Skitters' and mechs.
All I manage to do is mutter, "What. The. Hell."
Okay. Am I asleep? I pinch my arm, hard. "Eek! Nope." Sitting on the rubble, I set my hand in my palm. What are they doing here? Then I realize, if there are Skitters here, does that mean they harness kids, like in the show? I glance out the window again. I see a little boy being dragged away from his home, screaming. My heart breaks. I'm 13. They will go after me. I throw open the door to our basement, which no one has been in in forever. I grunt as I grip the golden knob of the cedar closet, pulling with all my might. It finally opens, and I quickly slam it shut, sitting in the closet with some blankets, a guitar, and some other useless junk. I go into a corner, in which the ceiling slopes downward with the shape of the stairs. I grab a blanket, curl into a tiny ball, pull it over me, and throw some of the crap on top of that. They can't find me. They just can't.
I hear them. I hear the thump, thump, thump of a mech, and the screeches of some skitters. They know I'm near. They want me. They won't have me. I hear a scratching at the door of the cedar closet. My heart pounds. Damn it, I think. I should've broken the doorknob off. With some miracle, they don't get in. I thank God, and wait for them to retreat. After what seems like hours and hours, their footsteps fade away. A tear of joy streaming down my face, I scramble out of my hiding place. With a karate-like kick, I open the door. My basement is trashed. Everything is pretty much on the opposite side of where it was. Sighing, I silently walk upstairs, to find the same thing. I decide to pack a bag of supplies. I go into my room, and manage to find my backpack for school, which, oddly enough, would start tomorrow. It's blue and green tye-dye, a bit too bright. I look through my sisters never ending under-the-bed junk. I find her backpack from last year, a dark green soft one. It should do. I stuff in some underwear, socks, a blanket, a few books, a flashlight, batteries, some other junk and a few changes of clothes. I change into dark gray leggings, black boots, a forest- green long sleeve shirt, and a long black throw-over. Going into the kitchen, I grab three never opened bags of crackers, an apple, two large water bottles, and a few more dry snacks. The power is, of course, already out, but the milk doesn't seem to be bad yet, so I drink half of the gallon, knowing that I'll probably not have some for a while. I also grab my medicine for my anxiety, deciding to only take half a dose every other day. I know if I just go off it, I'll become an anxious wreck again. I grab our bag of dog food, and tip it onto its side, for the dog nowhere in sight. I hope he's okay.. Albus and Rue! I run outside, to search for my two loyal kitties. They aren't anywhere. Sadly, I tip over their bag of food too, and keep the mud room door open. I need a weapon. I don't own guns, so I grab a few of my moms brand new sharp-as-hell knives. Mom. That reminds me. I grab a piece of paper and a pen, and scribble down a note for them, if they are to return….
Dear Mom and Kyle,
If u read this, I'm already gone. I'm not sure where I'm headed, probably up north. I love u 2, and we will see each other again, very soon. Kyle, don't bug her to death. Ok? Lol. I can't say a lot, as I hear a mech coming. But bye, ily, see u soon.
-Kara
I finish writing, adding a little heart drawing to the bottom. I'll see them again soon. Grabbing my bag, knives, and a ponytail, I pull my hair up and leave the house. I do the three finger salute from The Hunger Games, being the huge nerd that I am. Walking in the direction I think is north- I have a horrid sense of direction-, I begin to think. Where am I going? Oh.
Oh I know. I'm going to Vancouver, Canada. That's where they shoot Falling Skies. Maybe I'll find a few cast members. I laugh, thinking It's their damn fault! Smiling, I almost don't hear the deep barks of a dog. Head shooting straight up, I look around, and see the golden fur of my favorite school therapy dog, Hawkeye. I run down to the school, saying "Hawkeye! Hawkeye, come!" He sees me, and gallops over, knocking me down with kisses. I laugh, petting him, "It's been what. Three months? You are so big, Hawkie-poo!" I pat his head again while I get up, telling his to heel. He tags along beside me as I go into my school. I almost want to cry. It's in ruins, and I see a few bodies. I go into Hawkeye's owners classroom, and see her dead. Covering my mouth, I begin to cry. Hawkeye runs over to her, nuzzling her limp hand, whimpering. Sniffing, I tell him, "H-Hawkeye, come. She's gone." He has never disobeyed a command, so he comes to me, and I tell him to follow. He slowly bounds along beside me, head down. I give a sad smile. "Looks like it's just you and me, buddy."
The golden-doodle runs ahead, surprisingly not making too much noise in the leaf-covered forest floor. He jumps into a little stream, and I smile. "Good boy!" I fill up a water bottle, not caring about bacteria. I'm saving my 'I-know-it's-clean' water for when I really need it. Enjoying the cool liquid sliding down my throat, me and Hawk sit in the stream until sunset, the sun giving the forest an orangey glow. We find half of a hollow tree trunk laying on its side, so I lay down, head on my bag, Hawkeye at my side, and pull the blanket over us. "Hawkeye, stay." I tell him, as he rests his head on his paws. I wrap an arm around him, the dark terrifying me, but with Hawkeye, I'm safe. I pray a simple prayer, close my eyes, and think,
Well, I guess school's cancelled tomorrow.
Sorry for the shortness! the next chapter is even shorter, sorry bout that heh ^^;
I'm gonna try to post once, maybe twice a week. School starts on Wednesday jsrgkrlsxfvgrtxhf.
NOT looking forward to that. Haha. But tomorrow chapter 2 will be up, then I need to write 3 & 4
R&R, no flames
thank you 8D
~Kara
