So this is chapter 2 of my fanfiction and it is really mainly background information for my character. I don't want to rush into the whole story with my oc meeting the second mass right off the bat because i feel like it's rushed. This chapter is a recollection of the first week when the invasion happened and what my character thoughts had been. I hope you enjoy it! The second mass will be coming soon, probably in the next chapter. Comment, review, favorite? idk whichever, but thanks for reading this anywayssss.

A Falling Skies Fanfiction

First Look into the New World

Do you ever daydream in class? I don't know about some people, but for some reason I always caught myself daydreaming and looking out the window during class. I mean, I paid attention, but I just couldn't help myself at the time. I used to think to myself some days, what would I do if an armed man walked through the door at this moment or what would I do if, being a Walking Dead fan, a zombie apocalypse started up? I'd like to think that I wouldn't just give up, that I would try doing something heroic, you know beating the bad guy and saving everyone. In reality though, there was a slim chance that that would've been the outcome. People always tell themselves that they're going to do something and they often have the whole scenario thought up in their heads, but if it was you in the moment, can you honestly see yourself doing exactly as you planned?

There's so many stories revolving around the apocalypse, but no one really knows what's going to happen. Just look at the mayans and how they totally trolled (fooled) us all. Thousands of people prepared for the end, whether they built bomb shelters or sold all their stuffs, but it never came. I used to think that all those people were acting stupid, I mean the world wasn't going to end. It didn't make any sense to me. That's what I used to think. But, having the aliens attack, I don't even know what to expect now.

I had been in shock when the aliens arrived. Who wouldn't be? I mean my mom had just been killed and I could've been too. My remaining members of my immediate family were mia, who knows what could've happened to them? Majority of my extended family lived across the United States in California, the hometown of my parents, and the rest overseas. There was no way I could've known what had happened especially since almost all the electronics, and other everyday things I took for granted, no longer functioned. No cellphones, no internet, no tv, nothing.

I remember not moving or doing anything except to eat a snack or go to the bathroom for the next several days. I had no idea what to do. Everyone was gone and I didn't even know what to expect if I walked outside.

The first day I saw the aliens, I think I almost had a heart attack right then and there. I don't know what I had been expecting. Maybe green or silver aliens that had humanoid figures and big heads like the cartoons, but all I know was that I wasn't expecting the reality of the appearance of the aliens. Freakish reptilian like spiders with sharp claws, and insect like mouths were what greeted me when I looked out my window a week later after the initial attack. I was so repulsed with the appearance of the alien that I quickly hid before I was seen. The alien was fast and it crawled across debris easily and scaled buildings without a care in the world.

On the otherhand, the large bipedal machines that followed the lizard/spider like aliens were possibly the bigger threat, albliet a little less horrible to look at. The machines or these "technologically advanced aliens" looked like something I would've pictured the military would've eventually come up with, had we been alive for human advancement to get that far. I've seen the damage that they could create and it was like nothing I've ever seen up close before. Sure, I've seen explosions and gunshots on tv and online and thought they were amusing, but seeing it two feet from your face is really something different. The laser focuses, bombs, bullets that could break concrete, were all things I couldn't possibly imagine myself going up against, but unfortunately I would have to eventually if I wanted to survive.

Knowing I couldn't just stay cooped up in my house forever I prepared myself to the world that lay beyond my front door in preparation to journey out and see if anyone close to me had survived. Good thing I had.

It had been late winter so I prepared myself for the weather as best as I could. It's too hot now for the clothes I had worn way back when this all started, but I remember having this all planned out, as weird as it is, in one of my daydreams back in school, when things used to be normal. I took my backpack that I had used for school and stuffed it to the brim with everything that I had thought would've been essential at the time.

After packing everything that I thought I would need like my sports water bottles, food, toiletries, and medical stuff, I had left my house and started running to the next town over where my best friend had lived. I lived in Hartford and she had lived in Manchester which was approximately 10 miles apart, but it wasn't too bad of a journey since I had run to her house before. Before the invasion happened I had been training for a half marathon since I wasn't really eligible for a full marathon. It was pretty tiring with the added weight from my backpack, but it took me somewhere from 3-4 hours probably with appropriate rest in-between of course. I remember chanting to myself, please be okay, please be alive when I finally got to her house and I recall being heart broken when I saw that her house was empty, along with her neighborhood. I was filled with so much hope that she would be alive.

We were practically sisters and we called ourselves that all the time. Everyone, I'm sure at some point in their lives, has that person where you can tell them everything and you can't imagine life without them because you too were just that close and you were with each other through all the laughs and tears and everything in-between. Well my best friend was of course that person and we had grown up with each other, literally spending everyday texting, video chatting, and just talking no matter what. We almost never fought and if we did we both knew it wouldn't last. We had been with each other through the hardest moments of our lives and I just hoped that she would be here through what was happening now. Our bond was like it was forged out of the strongest metal and seeing her house empty, just broke something inside of me.

I had stormed out of the house and just ran. I didn't even care that there could be aliens out and about. After knowing that everyone close to me was gone, something inside of me snapped. I wasn't numb or in shock, but I had been enraged. Why did the aliens have to invade and tear the world apart? I just kept running into the woods. I didn't know how far I had run, but even though I was already tired, the adrenaline that was pumping in me kept me going and it must've been a good 2 and a half miles before I decided I had done enough running that day and promptly collapsed on the grassy floor of the woods.

I don't think anyone could've known how happy I was though when I heard my name being called out from an oh so familiar voice that I could pick out in a heartbeat. She had survived. I remember the pain from the "whiplash" that burned my neck when I turned it as fast as lightning towards the voice. I yelled in happiness when I saw the face of my best friend, sister, that I had thought was gone.

"Ashley." I whispered. "Oh my God! Oh my fucking God!" I shouted when I grabbed onto the 16 year old girl just to make sure it was all real.

"Kristen! I can't believe you are alive! I can't believe you're here!" Ashley shouted back to me and we had hugged and sat down to share stories.

I had found out that Ashley got home just before the aliens swept through her neighborhood and she had hidden in the hidden closet in her basement until she couldn't hear the explosions anymore. She was an only child with divorced parents and her mom had worked in New York that day and commuted from her house in Manchester, Connecticut. Ashley's father had never really been in her life ever since he had abandoned her and her mom and there would be no contact between the two except for him sometimes wishing her a Happy Birthday or at the times he couldn't remember that, a Merry Christmas. Ashley had gotten the same idea as I had and packed everything up to leave in hopes of finding someone. She had just left the night before I met her and when she had heard the twigs snapping she quickly hid until she had realized it was me.

That night, we didn't do anything, but stay close together. Words weren't really exchanged since we both knew that it was a miracle we were both alive and an even greater work of God that we had been brought together.

Looking back, the day I reunited with Ashley, renewed my hope in surviving and I rejoiced in knowing that I wouldn't be alone anymore. Solitude is not a fun thing to experience especially when the world is fucked up with aliens running amuck, kidnapping children and killing adults. I had seen the harnessed kids and it had disgusted me, maybe even more than the aliens initially had. A grotesque, "armored", scaly slug-like thing, for lack of a better word, was attached to the spines of children. Who would've thought that this is what it would all come down to.

I knew it wouldn't be easy, but at that moment I felt that everything would start to look up a little more. After all, the odds of us surviving together are raised and two is better than one. And I guess it's true since Ashley and I are still alive now to this day and I couldn't be any more grateful.

So this is it, chapter 2. Thanks for reading. Till the next time i decide to post.

~music-is-lifexx