I reached into my pocket for my phone. Turning it on, I searched for Leah's number.

"Please answer. Please answer." I begged, calling her. Thankfully, she answered, and I felt a wave of relief.

"Thank God you're alive!" I exclaimed.

"I was about to say the same." Leah replied.

"Glad we've got that over with. Where are you?" I asked.

"Near the mall, I think."

"Are there any Martians there?"

"Yeah, a few." Leah stated. "You should be fine, as long as you stay out of their sight."

"Easier said than done." I said bluntly. "Their fighting machines are at least 60 ft tall."

"Just try not to get killed."

"Again, easier sai-"

"Get on with it!" Leah commanded.

"Yes Ma'am!" I muttered sarcastically, hanging up.

"Where's the mall anyway?"

"Not far, about a half hour's walk." Isabella answered.

30 minutes later:

We got to the mall. It was deserted, and some of the shops had been looted.

"ULLAH!" It sounded like multiple Martians this time. "ULLAH!"

We heard screaming from outside. I suddenly remembered the first note, and how I was the only one who could stop the Martians.

Feeling uncertain, I ran towards the doors. Just before I ran out of the mall, my phone started ringing.

"Hi Leah, you OK?" I asked.

"Not really." She replied. "I thought you'd be here by now."

"And where's 'here' exactly?"

"Outside the mall."

"Outside? Where the Martians are?" I questioned.

"Yes and no. Yes to outside, but I'm behind the mall." She answered. "Where are you?"

"Inside. Right in front of the doors."

"You're such an idiot sometimes Edward. I wouldn't be surprised if you were killed by the Martians the way you're ready to walk straight into them."

"WHAT?!" I shouted into the phone. "You can say that to my face later!"

I hung up, and just stood in silence for a few minutes. Disbelief filled me and a tear rolled down my cheek. There were more pressing issues though, and I walked out the door, and straight into the path of the Martians.

I quickly ran to the side, and motioned to Isabella to follow me. She followed orders, which seemed weird as she was usually the one giving them.

Random transition to about two minutes in the future, which isn't needed but is here anyway because the writer desperately needs to finish this chapter:

"ULLAH! ULLAH!" The Martians roared, firing their heat rays as they did, just about missing us and hitting the roof of the mall.

We ran around the back, and met up with the others. I let out a sigh of relief, but upon seeing Leah, shot her a death stare.

"Hey Edward. Sorry about what I said earlier." She apologised.

"I don't want to talk to you." I muttered.

"Fine!"