Im Fucked. SO Fucked! was playing on a loop in my head as I ran from the aliens.
It had started out as a normal enough day at the office where I worked but then they came, and it all went to hell.
What was at first, a peaceful first contact scenario soon turned into a blood bath after they demanded us to turn over something we didn't even have. Before we knew it all of Harvest was under attack and the only thing I could do was hide, I had never fired a gun before, let alone have any training so I ran and hid. But then they started to search, meticulously, in each building almost as if suspecting we were hiding some great treasure. When they came close to were I was hiding I saw a chance, and I took it. I dashed from my cover, while not being athletic in any sense I was far from out of shape, and just ran for as far as I could while ignoring the shouts of alarm from behind me. But then I heard a screech, almost like a Banshee, as some sort of aircraft cam into view and started to pepper the area around me with purple bolts of plasma. It was then I felt a pain like nothing I had ever felt before come from my leg, as I looked down all I saw was what looked to be a melted wax candle only to realize that the was my leg. I was in shock to see my leg like that so naturally I didn't see the hulking form of a furry beast blocking my path as I ran into it, it the grabbed me by my neck and slowly started to squeeze with what could only be described as a look of delight plastered on it's ugly face.
I quickly lost concise as my last thought being about how I had so much yet to do with my life as I slowly was dragged down into the black abyss of death.