Epilogue
Private Oliver Hawkins sat in the marine helicopter as it flew above the remains of New York City. He held a pulse rifle in his hands and wore a combat helmet and armour. He looked out of the open side of the helicopter at the Novotel building. On it he saw four people standing still, each facing an edge of the building. He felt for them, but it was not his decision to leave them there.
Suddenly he saw the wave of black flood up the sides of the building. The aliens. The black wave just engulfed the rooftop. Oliver didn't see the four people within the black; he got a feeling of dread.
The marine helicopter flew away from New York, leaving anything there to fight for itself. But plans had been made for New York's sanitation…