A/N: Hello any one kind enough to read this story. This is my first fanfic, really anything I've ever written, so don't flame and yell at me for being a terrible writer. Harsh reviews are welcome however so that I am able to improve my writing skills, none of the soft plushy stuff that everyone asks for. Anyways this is what happens after the aliens first invaded the east coast of the U.S. Rated M for lots of shooting, killing, cursing, and possible sexual references, not sure yet. Here we go

I didn't think that this was going to be the way to spend the summer. Well, the shooting stuff was right but the getting shot at by aliens, almost getting run over by cars, and being picked up by a National Guard unit was not number one on the priority list for me. I'm Robert by the way, Robert McGrew. Brown hair, blue/green eyes, tall, and fairly strong. I was supposed to go to a rifle range with my thirteen year old brother Christian and my friend Sean Collier on Long Island. My new .306 was gonna be a beauty!

Unfortunately, on the car ride there, a bunch of meteor, uhhh…. space ship things? Whatever you want to call them, fell from the sky into Long Island sound. Even better, my friend Sean, who's 18 by the way, needed to go and take a piss so he pulled the car over to a beach shack and we had to wait for him to go to the bathroom while these things are falling out of the sky!

Now I know your saying 'Hey shouldn't you be listening to the news, there's an evacuation going on!' Well in my defense, I'm a teenager, who the fuck wants to listen to the news when you can go around shooting targets. So, as me and my brother are waiting, were watching the things crash into the water and are making bets on how many boats get destroyed ( I lost count at around 12). Then some god forsaken noise comes out of nowhere and the water begins to bubble.

"Oh shit" my brother says, "What should we do?"

"Guns?" was the only thing I could think of.

"Shotty the Zoli!"

"I want the rifle." So me and my brother grab our respective weapons, he, a Antonio Zoli under-over double barrel 12-gauge, and me, A bolt-action Remington 770 with standard Bushnell scope and .308 ammunition. For those of you who don't know how big the .308 is, picture the world war two guns like the M1 Garand and then look at the bullets, that about the same as my bullets now.

Sean, the idiot, finally comes out of the bathroom saying "YO! What's with the guns?" That's when about a platoon's worth of aliens start coming out of the water. I tell him to grab the spare Benelli M4 Shotgun and me and my bro take a defensive position behind the shack. Me on my stomach setting up the bipod for the rifle and my bro crouching behind me with the shotgun, he had goose loads loaded and in his shooting pouch so he was set. I however forgot to grab the ammo, ya I know, in an idiot.

"Sean Grab the 30-cal ammo!"

"Got it!"

He runs back to our position with the two backpacks of ammo, one he gives to my brother and they both put them on their backs. My bro gives me a bullet as he starts to load a magazine and I look up. We can now see the aliens very clearly. A large dark grey creature with long legs and wide flat head turned towards us. I loaded a single shot into my rifle, closed the bolt, took aim and fired directly into its head, where the slit that looks like its eyes were.

"Kill," I proclaimed as a loaded an entire magazine into my rifle. "FIRE AGAIN!" screamed Sean; he was covering the other side of the shack protecting our flanks. I looked up and saw that the alien raised its arm at us.

"No way, I'm engaging now!" As I said this I worked the bolt of my rifle expending the shell and loading my magazine into the receiver. Closing the bolt I took aim. 'Head shots don't count so let's take out your organs.' Before I could take the shot, the alien opened fire with a Gatling gun. I'm guessing it was around a 20 mm because it started punching craters into the ground and the wall beside me. I flinched, resighted and fired, bringing the bastard down.

"Oorah! How you like me now you fuckin chode!" That was the second biggest mistake of my life, the first being not listening to the radio. My showboating caused the rest of the aliens to look at our pathetic excuse for a military position. Then a missile flew at us. I screamed 'bail', jumped and rolled to the left and ran to the car. The shack exploded knocking us to our feet. I screamed as piece of shrapnel hit my leg. Sean, getting up started the car while my bro helped me up and loaded me into the trunk of the SUV.

"GO SEAN GO!" My brother screamed as he jumped into the passenger seat. I put my rifle down and took out a SOCOM 2 rifle, the civilian version of course, and loaded a magazine of the 7.62 mm ammunition. I then aimed down my ITECH reflex sight and started to open up on the enemy, dropping one more, from the moving vehicle. I loaded another mag and saw that we were away from the action.

"Sean, get us to the national guard base, the one near funzone."

"Don't you think you need a hospital Rob?"

"If there following a simple invasion plan they'd have hit the hospitals and other public centers. National Guard can give us some guns and we can move to the city and try and link up with the real military, you know how to drive a stick?"

My brother and friend looked back at me, flabbergasted looks on their faces as I explained what I thought was a simple plan.

"Just get there, well need to 'commandeer' a Humvee, hopefully it's got a .50." I said as we quickly made our way inland, away from the shore.

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