This Is The End

Hold Your Breath And Count To Ten

Feel The Earth Move

I've Drowned And Dreamt This Moment

Swept Away I'm Stolen

Let The Sky Fall When It Crumbles

We Will Stand Tall

And Face It All Together

Some people had plans. To graduate with honours and go to college, get a job and get married, have a few kids and a cute little house with a porch in the suburbs. Others dreamt big, wanting to head off to Hollywood and become huge star. If you had the right background, that future was very much possible, so I guess many of them had a lot to lose.

Then there were the screw ups, some by choice and others –again- by background, products of broken homes or no families. Bad neighbourhoods and influences that caused you a one way ticket to a Juvenile Detention Centre or the foster care system, never belonging to a real home. When you had nothing to lose a situation such as this seemed more like a gift, you had suddenly become above all those fortunate people in the food chain.

Me? I don't really know where I fell on that scale; I guess I had elements of both, typical kid with a troubled childhood and falling into foster care, only I seemed to luck out with the family I was put with. Of course not being separated from my younger brother was a bonus, since that was such a common thing, but safe to say the second half of my teenage life wasn't as traumatic as the first.

When they arrived it never felt right, almost too good to be true, something as impossible as that would never be that easy. Splurging bullshit about peace and learning from one another and we ate it all up. Because we want to believe that, because everything we had ever heard about extra-terrestrials and millions of other universes, stories of how we beat invasions or flew across a forest on a bike with one in the front basket, those were the types of stories that stayed with you. And they were true ... but not in the way we had hoped.

You'd think with movies like War of the Worlds or Skyline that the Military would have had some form of back-up, some sort of nuclear weapon to bring down as many as you possibly could. No, no instead the civilisation was practically wiped it, and it was done with ease, in fact you never would have even though we were capable of challenging them.

They had let their guard down and were actually stupid enough to completely believe that they meant no harm; these were Aliens for fuck sake, completely advanced in technology and languages. What could we possibly have that they would want to learn from us?

Absolutely nothing.

Hell, from the looks of it, it didn't exactly seem like they were that independent. They took our kids to do their dirty work, recycled our metal, in fact it looked like the reason they came in the first place was to suck our planet dry of its resources.

For the longest time I had thought that my brother and I were the last people on earth, I hadn't at any point every come across even a sign of human life. Not that I had the chance to, you survived day by day in this world, in constant fear that your safety could be ripped away from beneath.

You clung to life, leeching on to anything that had the slightest sign of it, of another chance. You became bitter, hateful, and cynical. You couldn't remain the same person you once were in your old life when everything from it had been destroyed, when you had been destroyed, you had been beaten down and skinned.

It was kill or be killed, simple as that, if you thought there was any in-between then you were dead before you had ever started.

This was no longer our world, no longer our home, we were outsiders, and we were the intruders now. Needing to be exterminated like some vermin's, and they would never stop, not until we were their slaves or dead.

Alex hoped a lot, and it radiated off of him so much that I did too, but only sometimes. But he was only a kid, and despite all my beliefs I couldn't bring myself to tell him it was futile, that there was no saviour. If there was anyone in the world that I would hate to see that light leave their eyes, it was Alex, he deserved more than this. I just wish I could have been able to promise him it, to be able to hand him everything on a golden platter, and every day I felt like that light in him was dimming a little, yet he still smiled, still pressed on.

And that was why I hadn't given up, why I would never give up, because of that simple light in a child's eyes. When they looked at you it was like they were looking at a God, like you could never let them down, like you were always right. That light was why I kept fighting every day, hoping that there was a future for Alex's generation, that one day they would send that godforsaken species back to the hell in which they came from.

The battle for our world was over. We had lost.

But the battle for our future had only just begun.

So yeah, a new story. I can't get it out of my head, Falling Skies has become my new obsession and I needed to get this out of my system! So this was the opening, I don't think Hal will be introduced for a few chapters, I want to go back into Thalia's past, just to show the build up to the invasion and for the sake of character development.

Let me know what you think!