There are many sob stories about people looking up into the night sky, wondering if they are alone in the vastness of space. Hoping to find some sort of proof that somewhere out in the abyss there is extraterrestrial life. Just waiting to be contacted.
Since the introduction of Sci-fi into our culture, there are many among us who are hard believers in the extraterrestrials and the theory of life beyond our world. They would give absolutely anything to have one chance to come into contact with their fantastical aliens. To finally be rid of the hollow feeling of isolation within them that appeared the first time they dared gaze into heavens.
Sorry to disappoint, but there practically no accounts of extraterrestrial contact that ever ended with positive consequences. There are practically none that have a happy ending, but rather conclude with tragedy, grief, violence, and death.
I know you may be thinking that this is just another sob story about extraterrestrial contact between aliens and humans. True, this is a story, but it sure as hell ain't some sick, romantic, everything-turns-out-all-right story.
And you can bet your ass that there ain't a happy ending.
Kara Morgan had a life. It was a pretty damn good one, too. A successful education, loving parents, a slightly annoying brother, and a career that was just about to take off. The future was looking pretty bright for her, until shit hit the fucking fan. Now Kara is alone, scarred, and on a goddamn alien planet. She's gotta fight not just for her life, but for her own sanity. How will she survive? She sure as hell doesn't know.
Will she be able to adapt to her new life? Will she regain the family she lost? Will she allow herself to feel; to love, and be loved, again?
Only fate can decide. For now, let's start at the beginning.