Prologue – Jake:
If you'd told me that I'd end up being the leader of a small resistance group against aliens, I probably…well, I wouldn't have laughed in your face, but I'd make an excuse, thinking that you were yet another of those mentally unstable people, go home, and laugh in the security of my own home.
That was over four years ago. Four years of relentless attacks, four years of being a leader when more than on occasion I wanted to crawl under the covers and pretend none of this was happening, that it was all a long, terrible dream. I would have given anything during those times to return to a normal life, and then I remembered: I was the only one who had a chance of keeping the freedom of others, the only one who had a chance of winning this war.
There were seven humans who knew about the war and were not infested. Not one authority figure would believe a bunch of teenagers who rambled on about aliens from outer space infesting peoples' brains and turning them into slaves. We would have been tossed into a mental facility, the only defense of the human race put under near-constant surveillance.
We've all got normal lives now, and I don't know about the others, but the nightmares still haunt me, what I did, what I ordered, linger at the back of my mind, and nothing can erase my memories.