It was oddly warm outside the Little Hanson civic center. Three teenagers stood outside the fence. "Hey guys?" one of the teens said. "I don't think we should do this."
"Shut up, Michael." both of the other teens said. One of them, a girl, started to climb the fence.
"Seriously guys, this is a bad idea. This is technically a restricted area. We could-" Michael began, before being interrupted.
"Just shut up!" the girl said. She jumped down on the other side of the fence. "Come on, Francis. If he doesn't want to, then let him stay!" The other boy, presumably named Francis, grabbed the fence and began to climb as well. Michael sighed, seeing his friends were just going to do it anyway, and climbed over as well. On the other side of the fence, they approached the back entrance. Oddly, it felt warm. They opened the door and went inside the unlit hallway.
"Why are we doing this again?" Francis asked. The girl took a moment to think.
"Because." she responded.
"Seriously though Lyra, why did we break into a restricted area in the middle of the night?" Michael said. They ignored him and continued walking. They approached the next door and opened it. No light there either. They wandered the empty hallway for a bit, ignoring the ominous sound of glass crunching beneath their feet.
"That's weird…" Lyra said, pointing to a security camera. "All of the cameras appear to be fried. And all of the lightbulbs are destroyed." The trio continued, taking a random right into another hall. Then they smelled the smoke.
"Hey guys, something's burning…" Michael said, looking at a smoking portion of the roof. Then the roof behind them collapsed into a pile of flaming debris. "HOLY CRAP! THE BUILDING'S ON FIRE WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE-" Michael, always the observant one, panicked.
"Hold on, there's a door over there!" Francis shouted. They ran to the door and opened it… into a room entirely on fire. A large, ominous ring of light glowed in the center of a room full of tall, black-
"ALIENS!" Michael shouted. He looked around, panicking. Then he saw the dead fireman "WE'RE ALL GONNA FRICKING DIEEEEE-" In his crazed panic, he stared directly into the eyes of one of the aliens. Francis and Lyra quickly slapped their hands over his mouth.
"Seriously?!" Francis said. "We're going to die and you still don't curse?" Michael was about to respond when he was knocked hard in the side of the head by the alien he looked at. Francis shrieked like a little girl as his friend's blood splattered all over his clothes. Lyra had a different response; she judo-kicked the alien across the room and into another.
"ЩΉΛƬ ƬΉΣ?!" the alien shouted, then it saw Lyra with her leg up. "ΉЦΉ. ƬΉΣЯΣ'Ƨ Λ BΛDΛƧƧ IП ΉΣЯΣ." Then the alien shrugged. "ЩΉΛƬΣVΣЯ, ƬΛKΣ ΉΣЯ PЯIƧӨПΣЯ." Three aliens appeared next to her so suddenly, Lyra couldn't respond in time. She was swiftly knocked unconscious. Francis, desperate to get away, noticed a fire hose, of all things, lying next to him. He picked it up, hoped to God that it was connected to something, and pulled the lever.
The blowback from the fire hose was intense. He was actually pressed against the wall, and could barely keep a hold of the hose. He put out the pile of debris in front of the door, and hit a few aliens with it. The aliens screeched as if they were being burned by the water. Francis, wanting nothing more than to just leave this place, dropped the hose and sprinted to the debris-covered entrance. By the time the aliens had gotten over the initial shock of being his by a fire hose, Francis was gone.
"ΛƧ ӨПΣ ӨF ƬΉΣ ӨƬΉΣЯ GЦYƧ ƧΛID…" the alien leader started. Then he shouted "FЦᄃK!"
Outside, Francis was in full hundred-meter-sprint mode. He ran and ran, until he literally passed out from exhaustion. The last thing he saw was a pair of lights headed for him. His partially conscious mind hoped that they were nothing bad...