I was hiding in the bathroom, listening to the screams and sounds of carnage while holding on tight to the bathroom door. There was a heavy thud on the wall next to the door that almost made me loose my grip but I clung to the door handle grimly and close my eyes, willing it all to be a dream.

Earlier that day, I was working on the dairy farm as I did every other day, when a large space ship had crashed out of the sky and into a field behind the farm. Like most of the workers, except for Mike who hauled the milk, and his brother Tim who was off for the day, we all ran outside and gawked at it in wonder until I noticed the ship door opening. Even from the distance I could see dark shapes boiling out and they didn't look friendly. I had backed away from the rest of the group, including the boss, and edged into the feed alley where the cows and heifers where eating their TMR (total mixed ration) through the headlocks.

When the aliens came charging over the side of the manure pit in a black mass I had stumbled back in shock as they swam through the acidic shit like it was water. The first one across had leapt up and out of the air, shit flying everywhere and landed on Kayla, a girl who had a habit of standing around and talking to the guys all day instead of actually working. Before she could react the alien had ripped out her guts and she fell to the ground in a spray of blood and guts.

Gagging, I turned and ran, my red and blond hair flying behind me as I dashed to the gates and scaled them in seconds. As I hovered at the top, I looked back and saw Brian and Jordan being ripped into little pieces while Tyler was having his face tore off. I dropped over the gate and ran down the return alley from the milking parlor and into the office where Doug was just coming back in from taking a cow to the sales barn.

"Lindsay, what's wrong?" He asked, seeing my pale and shocked face. I collapsed into a chair and put my hands over my mouth.

"Aliens! They are killing everyone out there!" I sputtered and Doug gives me a odd look.

"Aliens?" He shook his head. "How much did you drink again yesterday?"

"Fuck! I'm not joking, go out and look!" As I say that, there is a horrible screaming and frantic mooing sound from outside, the aliens had discovered beef. Doug goes for the door only to have it slammed open into his face and the boss, Lloyd, and Yuriy, the asshole Russian come racing in.

"What's going on?" Doug asked as Yuriy and Lloyd fight to catch their breath.

"Aliens!" Lloyd choked out and Yuriy nodded.

I get up. "I told you! We got to hide or run or fucking do something or we are dead!"

Doug turns to me and as he does a large alien comes crashing in through the window, glass spraying everywhere and narrowing missing me. Yuriy got stabbed by several large pieces and goes down with blood gushing everywhere, screaming as the alien falls on him.

I watch the alien in horror, its shining black head curves back over its shoulders and four vertebra-like protrusions jut out of its back, two on each side. The long and narrow body ends in a wicked looking tail with a razor sharp tip. The alien's legs are coiled up under its body and end in three talon tipped claws. The arms are much like a human's, three fingers and a small thumb, with claws as well.

The alien turned and hissed at us, its mouth opening to show silvery spiked teeth and a second mouth that had teeth as well. As I backed up, it turned back to Yuriy and used that secondary mouth to punch a hole through Yuriy's throat and ripped it out.

Lloyd falls on his ass and crabs backwards until he hits the wall and sits there whimpering, and a sharp ammonia smell filled the air, he pissed himself in utter fear. Doug is pulling me towards the door to the utility room, when it's ripped from the hinges and an alien leans in and spotted Lloyd, and yanked him from the room by the head, turning it into a mess of blood and tissue. Now it's my turn to pull Doug and I lead him to the bathroom and as I get in, he is stabbed through the middle by a long and deadly tail.

"Doug! No! FUCK!" I screamed and held onto his hands as hard as possible, as blood bubbled from his lips and trickled down onto his shirt. He tried to smile, tried to say something, but was torn from my grasp and pulled down the hallway as I fell back into the bathroom as the door shut automatically.

That was what saved me, and I locked the door in a daze and hung onto the handle like it was an anchor in a storm. Doug had always been nice to me, even though I didn't interact well with others, and although he was much older then me, and although we never though of each other in any way but friends, we got picked on a lot for our friendship.

I sat there crying silently, the tears pouring down my face as I could hear more screams and thuds, the Mexicans must of came in to see what was up and sure as hell found out.

Now I sit here, the last sound has been a long time gone, and I wonder dully if it's safe to go out. Finally, I unhook my sore hands from the handle and unlock the door with shaking hands. As I open it, I carefully poke my head out, expecting to be grabbed by something with claws and teeth.

When death was not forthcoming, I step out gingerly, and over the remains of one of the Mexicans, can't tell who it is. Down the hallway there are more body parts and I look at them, but I don't see Doug or parts of him, anywhere. I look around the break room, blood has spattered on the walls, making it look like a paint job done by a pothead. I suck in a breath and go through the non-existent door to the outside and look around, hearing nothing, seeing nothing but the cars parked innocently in the driveway and gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight.

I walk around the corner and quickly look away from the piles of cow carcasses heaped on the ground like bloody rags. The aliens must have been hungry judging by the amount of meat chewed off of the bones that stuck up like Popsicle sticks. Some of the cows had broken down the gates and escaped and where running back and forth through the driveway, and up towards the calf barn and heifer barns. When I determined there was no imminent threat from the aliens, I sagged back against one of the Mexican's vans.

As I lean there with my hand over my face, I hear a familiar rumble and look up in shock as Mike drives the semi and milk tanker up the driveway and stops at the first pile of cow parts. He opens the door and jumps down, staring wildly around in shock until he spots me and runs over.

"Lindsay! What the hell happened! Where is everyone?" He asks, grabbing me by my shoulders and shaking me when I don't respond.

"Dead, they're all dead." As chic as that sounds, it's the truth.

Mike staggers back for a moment, then looks at me with his brown eyes. "What did this?"

I laugh, and it's a hopeless sound. "Aliens."