While Anita drove down the curvature road back home, Sam hugged herself in the passenger seat and Trish rocked back and forth in the back. All of them were sniffling and crying as they thought of their dead friends.
"What do we tell the cops?" Sam suddenly mumbles.
"Nothing." Anita replies.
"Nothing?" Trish pipes in sitting up in her seat.
"We just saw our friends get butchered by some crazy psycho in an alien mask and you think its nothing?"
"You still believe that was a human?"
"Well, what else could it be?"
"You are so stupid sometimes you know that?"
"Fuck you, i was almost killed by a maniac in an alien costume, don't you bother telling me different because aliens are not real. Its impossible!"
"I saw his blood Trish." Anita inturrupts, stopping their fight.
"Humans do not have green blood. Humans cannot growl like that. humans do not roar. Humans do not skin other humans! HE IS NOT HUMAN!" She shouts, her voice going higher each time. With that, they went silent. Anita sighed and continues down the road.
"Now i made contact with Burke and Peters. Maybe they will help, but for now we just go home and not tell anybody what happened. Agreed?" she says looking back to Trish, who nods.
"Agreed." Sam replies.
With that, Anita drove the girls home, hoping their troubles were behind them. After she dropped Trish and Sam off, Anita drove to her farm and parked, shutting off the jeep before finally breaking down. Tears streamed across her face as she cried, pressing her head against the steering wheel and letting her tears fall down to her lap. She cried for what seemed like an hour before sniffling snd getting out of the jeep, walking to the house and up the steps.
"Anita?" she looked up to find her grandpa sitting in his chair with a lemonade in his hand. He stood when she walked up the steps and walked over to her, seeing her face.
"What happened?" he asks.
Just asking the question made her tear up again. She put her head on his chest as he led her inside, ready to hear the gruesome story.
The next day after barely an hour of rest, Anita went into the kitchen to see her grandad talking on the phone.
"...yes i know that but i really don't think she should go back there... I've already told you what she knew...alright ill see if she's up for it." he says and hangs up the phone, turning to her as she sat down, rubbing her face.
"Was it them?" she asks.
"They say the secured the area and you can get your things from the campsite." he explains as he pours a cup of tea and slides it towards her.
"Ok." she says quietly.
"Are you sure you want to go over there? I can go for you."
"No its fine papa. I need to get my things. Did they call Sam and Trish?"
"Yeah, they are all getting police. We could do the same if you like."
"I'm ok papa. I'll be back before lunch i promise." she says kissing his head and finishing her tea, walking out the door and to the jeep.
Not long after, she was in the camp site, staring from the seat of her jeep as she watched dozens of people running around taking photos and gathering evidence. She saw Peters and Burke talking to Sam and Trish and quickly got out, walking over just to them. Sam hugged Anita and Trish was surprisingly attached to her as well.
"Agent Peters?" she says.
"Miss Foster. I'm sorry about your friends but rest assured we have the situation under control."
"Do you know what did this? Who he is? WHAT he is?" she asks. The two men shared a look and then turned back to her.
"...like i said, we have everything under control. Please take your things and leave this place. This campground is now official government property. But don't worry, your grandfather will get his money back in full." he says before walking away.
Anita sighs and moves to her jeep, seeing the workers already packed her stuff up. She began to put her things in the trunk of the jeep, sniffling now and then as she did. Suddenly she felt something hard under her hand when she reached for her backpack. Frowning, she flipped the flap over and her eyes widened in shock.
There was a small oval metal piece with strange markings on it and a oval glass in the middle. She picked it up and looked at it, then looked around and stuffed it back in her bag. She quickly put her bag in the jeep, locking it up and sending one more look to the agents when she got in. The two were scraping the green blood off the poker on the ground and put it in a jar with smirks on their faces. They knew something but what?
It seemed like a month after the ordeal but it was only a couple days. Anita woke once more to a beautiful warm summer day. The world had no idea the turmoil she was going through. She curled up on her side and sighed deeply, wishing what happened that night never happened at all. She let herself drift again attempting to fall back asleep when her alarm woke her. She groaned and tapped the alarm before sitting up. She rubbed her eyes and sighed, letting her hands drop to the bed with a huff. She then heard a knock on her door and saw her grandad walk in with a wooden tray of food.
"Morning honey. Made you breakfast." he says putting the tray on her bed beside her as she crosses her legs and sits up more.
"Thanks papa." she replies nibbling on a piece of toast while he goes through her closet and pulls out her jeans and long sleeve shirt.
"Did you sleep at all?" he asks as he sets the clothes on her bed.
"A little." she nods.
"...are you sure you want to go to class? i mean it would be so easy to get you into the fall or winter semester." he says.
"No papa, i cant skip my first day of college. Besides im feeling a little better. I just need some time to get my life back on track." she says.
"Alright, i won't push you. Im heading to work in the fields today. If anything happens I want you to call me immediately ok?" he says and she nods before shutting the door behind him.
She dressed and grabbed her backpack, unpacking it from the trip. She sighed as she dumps the bag on her bed, then pauses as a silver flash hit the bed. She set her bag down and her eyes widened at it. It was the silver metal device she found in her blanket. It must belong to him. She held it a moment before her hands shook, glaring angrily at it as she stomped to her window. She opened it and threw it as hard as she could, flinging it to the corn field. What she didn't know is that once it landed, the device turned on, beeping quietly as it blinked.
Anita suddenly felt better, as if tossing the device helped her troubles. After packing her school supplies, she rushed down the steps and got in her own little silver car. She honked at her granddad before driving down to the college in the next town over.