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In the distance, Howard could see something. A large, bulky ship hovered over the cornfield, as though it were looking for something. The scout ship. Michelle wasn't lying.
Before he could think of a response, he was surprised by a massive explosion. The fire had reached the gas supply, creating a massive fireball that shot into the air. The scout noticed and began moving closer.
Shit! I need to hide!
Spotting a car nearby, he tried to open it. The scout suddenly stopped moving and released something into the cornfield. Hearing it, Howard ducked into a derelict shed.
The creature, a sort of lizard-wolf covered in crystal, emerged and started looking around. As Howard began to back up, he nearly tripped over the corpse of the woman he'd seen before. There was something in her hands. Car keys! Howard grabbed them and turned on the car's alarm, distracting the creature while he thought of a new plan.
The creature soon grew bored and left, giving Howard the chance to look over its work. The car's rear tires are shredded. Better find another ride.
The only other vehicle he could find was Michelle's truck. He found the keys, but something stopped him. I might need supplies. Maybe I can find some in her house.
Walking towards the door, he was surprised to see the scout ship come from behind. The vessel began spraying a thick, green gas over the house, as though it was dusting crops.
Putting his helmet back on, Howard ran back to the truck and tried to start it. Before he could drive away, he felt the vessel latching on and raising the truck towards what could only be described as a massive mouth.
Its over. If I try to jump, I'd break my leg. I stay here, I'll be swallowed. Either way, I can't escape.
In the back, he found a bottle of old whiskey. Before he popped it open, something came to him. He checked the glove box and found a lighter and rag.
Holding his newly armed Molotov, Howard waited until the mouth was close before throwing it in. The resulting explosion destroyed the scout and sent the truck falling to the ground. After waking up from the fall, Howard was shocked to find that it was still in usable condition.
Driving down the road, he turned on the radio. If anyone can hear this, we need your help. The aliens are in retreat, but they will return. If you have medical or fighting experience, make your way to Houston so that we can end this.
Howard thought it over. He had experience. He could help. Or he could leave and never return. A sign down the road caught his attention. THIS WAY TO LOUISIANA. THIS WAY TO HOUSTON.
Guess I've made my decision, he thought. Without hesitation, he began the long drive to Houston.
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