Hey. Thank you for laughing at my Joke. I'm not really good at writing my humour opposed to saying it. This chapter is a little boring but I'm trying to space it for a reason. Hopefully you'll get it when it happens. Can you try and spread my fiction around to other readers, I'm just starting and you're my best reviewer Indigofrisbe.

Lucy's POV.

I panicked as Tom just stared up at me, not moving. "Tom?" I probed gently. Suddenly he flung upwards, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Lucy, oh my god! I'm so happy to see you!" he shouted, squeezing the life out of me.

"Tom, can't breath." I gasped out, no matter how much I wanted him to keep holding me. He let go of me, blushing while looking away sheepishly.

I saw him look up at the attic. "Art and Lee shut the attic." I said soothingly, stroking his hair as he seemed to calm down. Jake was stirring as well, rolling over to face Tom.

"Are you a zombie?" Tom asked. Jake shook his head.

"No. You?" Tom shook his head but Jake didn't seem to except this. "Prove it." he demanded. Tom looked at him confused.

"What?"

"I said prove it!" Jake yelled, pushing me aside and climbing on top of Tom and shaking him by his shirt collar.

"You wet the bed until you were 10, a zombie wouldn't know that!" Tom stammered. I laughed.

"Really?" I snickered. Jake glared at me. I was goanna laugh some more, but the banging from the attic door interrupted me.

"Look out!" Art yelled as the aliens prised open the door.

"Ugly humans!" a really ripped one yelled. He's calling us ugly? Quick as lightening Jake was under the door, pushing up on it while Tom tried to pull it too. Art tried to help but ended up getting his shirt slashed by a pair of nails from another alien.

"What are those things?" I shouted over Art's frantic screaming.

Finally Tom and Jake managed to shut the door, slicing three nails off the female's hand.

"Whoa you cut off her nails!" Art exclaimed. I bent down and picked them up, only to drop them as they cut into my fingers.

"We gotta call 911!" Tom shouted before running out the room. The rest of us followed as he barrelled down the stairs and into Jake's room. Jake and the twins grabbed their phones, only to each call out in distress as they realised each one was dead.

"What's happening?" Lee shouted. Jake cringed.

"Smart buggers are signal blocking us!" I just stood there, not having a phone to check.

"Tommy it works!" Hannah shouted, holding up an old rotary phone. Art grabbed it and hit the block it was attached to.

"There's no button's. What is this thing?" he cried worriedly. I rolled my eyes. Really? Tom walked over and took the phone from him.

"It's a rotary phone. You spin it." he instructed, turning it on the nine. It seemed to take an eternity for it to get back to one. Eventually we managed to get a hold of the police, only for the phone to cut out halfway through our conversation. Stupid piece of junk.

"We gotta tell our parents." Tom ordered next. We all nodded and were about to follow when a banging sounded from the window. We all froze and turned towards the window, me gripping Tom's hand again. Carefully we edged towards it, before Jake reached forwards and snapped back the curtains. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Rickey dangling there with a way to happy smile on his face.

Jake quickly calmed himself and opened the window. "Is he still a zombie?" Tom asked.

"A what?" I asked. Tom gave me a look and I knew he meant for me to be quiet. Jake reached behind him and grabbed the pink plastic wand Hannah handed him before hesitantly prodding Rickey with it.

"You are useless!" snapped Rickey and we all jumped back.

"That's not very nice." I mumbled. Tom gave me a 'When is Rickey ever really nice?' look.

"Why aren't the mind control plugs working?" he continued. "You're the engineer, figure it out! Hurry up! Hurry up!" he kept on yelling orders, confusing me as to what he was talking about.

"He's not talking to us is he?" Jake asked. Tom appeared to be thinking.

"I think he's picking up their conversation." Tom said, before registering our confused looks. "Like a Bluetooth." he clarified. Like that cleared things up.

"Are you telling me the plugs only work on mature subjects? Why didn't we plan for this? You have failed me you incompetent piece of gek-translation not available." Rickey said all at once. I raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly Ricky started to have some sort of spasm attack before whatever was holding him up snapped and he feel towards the ground. We all rushed to the window apart from Tom. I knew why, he still hated heights. No wonder he looked so pale as he came off the roof.

"Did you hear that?" he asked. Lee nodded.

"Yeah sounds like Rickey landed on his face." he laughed. I rolled my eyes but couldn't hide my smile.

"No those things they shot at us, they're mind control plugs. They won't work on kids. It's like you said, we're wired differently." he said, smiling triumphantly. I smiled at Tom, ever the smart one.

"But what about Rickey? They tagged him and he's Bethany's age." Jake reasoned and my smile faded. He had a point. Tom's triumphant look darkened, as did mine as I remembered what Ricky had said in the attic.

"No he lied. The tools in collage."

"Well if they don't work on kids…" Lee started.

"…Then that means we're safe!" Art finished happily. I rolled my eyes at his inability to see the bigger picture.

"It means we can fight back." Jake said determinedly. He wanted to fight them?

"It means we have to watch out for our parents. They're walking targets." he said, giving Hannah a look as she stared up at him.

"We gotta tell 'em. Now." Art said, heading towards the door before Tom stopped him.

"Wait. Think." Tom said pulling him back into our group. "If our parents even go near those things they'll be toast. Our own parents will attack us."

"We need the police. And their hardcore fire power." Jake said with an odd glint in his eyes.

"Armed zombies. Even better." Tom said, snuffing out the light.

"So that's it. Game over." Art summarised and I couldn't help but agree.

"Game over for the grown ups. But we can still fight back." Jake tried again.

"You expect us to stop an alien invasion on our own?" Lee asked him. Tom nodded.

"He's right. We're the only option." I gulped, never one for conflict. Tom glanced at me and I knew he sensed my hesitation.

"But we can't tell anyone. No police. No parents. No exceptions. Got it?" Tom finished. I nodded and looked down to Hannah for conformation but found she was gone.

"Hannah?" I called. All of us suddenly realised she wasn't in the room. Tom seemed to realise were she was as he took off downstairs with us following.

We ran into the kitchen just as Mrs. P was talking about a deposit on the house.

"You heard her Tom. No more trouble." Mr. P warned. I clenched my fists, hating the way Mr. P seemed to have no faith in his son.

"Yeah it was just a video game. We shouldn't have let her watch. It was rated PG13." Tom lied as he ushered Hannah out the room. We all followed as we congressed on the stairs.

"Tommy I'm scared. I don't wanna fight aliens." Hannah said, clutching our hands. I squeezed it and she tightened her grip. Tom kneeled down in front of his sister.

"Don't worry Hannah. Just pretend it's a big game. A game which we're goanna win. Just think about how little they are." he comforted gently. I smiled as a grin stretched across Hannah's face. Tom had such a great connection with his little sister.

"Yeah little, and deadly." Lee muttered. I slapped him upside the head.

"Yeah. How are we goanna fight them?" Art asked. Jake smirked.

"Easy. We figure out their weakness." Art raised an eyebrow.

"They flew here from another galaxy, do you really think they have a weakness?" he asked sarcastically. Jake was still smirking.

"First rule of the warrior code: all enemies have a weakness." he said before heading towards the front door.

Tom shrugged and followed him. Naturally, me, the twins and Hannah followed, Hannah not letting go of my hand. When we reached a window Jake grabbed onto the wooden frame that lead up to an attic window, hoisting himself up a bit.

"Alright I'm going up. Recon's my speciality." he said.

"Be careful Jake." I warned. He looked at me and winked.

"Always." he said in a funny voice. My eyebrows creased together but ignored him. I saw Tom look up at the window then glance at me before taking a step towards it.

"I'm coming to." he said, his voice barely keeping from shaking. My head snapped over to him and I gripped his arm.

"Ton what are you doing? You know you can't go up there." I whispered. Tom glanced at the others before looking back at me, an un-Tom like smirk on his face.

"Don't worry about me Luce I'll be fine." he said before climbing up after Jake. Well that was just odd. I watched as Tom slowly reached the window and looked in. as the seconds ticked on, Jake tried to get a better look. Unfortunately Tom refused to move, his arms and legs so ridged they looked like they were made of stone. Because of this Jake slipped, managing to hold on with one arm before he grabbed Tom's arm.

This managed to wake him up from his macho man persona because a second later he let go of the wall and both he and Jake were sent tumbling towards the ground.

"Oh, that must have hurt." Art muttered as I rushed past. I grabbed Tom by his shirt and helped pull him to his feet. His knees shook as he fought to stand. I knew that was to high for him to handle.

"Are you ok?" I asked. He gripped my hand that was on his shoulder tightly.

"Yeah I'm fine." he said in a shaky voice. I knew that was as much as he would admit with the others around. "Basement! We gotta get to the basement." he commanded. We all nodded and headed towards the front door, only to run into Bethany.

"Have you guys seen Rickey?" she asked us.

"Uh, pretty sure he's still hanging around here somewhere." Jake said quickly. I looked around subtly and noticed Ricky lying in a pile of wires, wood and bushes off to our left, out of Bethany's sight.

"He didn't leave did he?" Bethany asked, turning in Rickey's direction. Tom's hand shot out and stopped her.

"Actually.. He um…told us he was headed down to the lake to bronze up his rock hard abs." he struggled with a pained expression. I couldn't help but giggle slightly at his expression.

He scowled as he said. "He wanted you to meet him there." as he tried to walk away Bethany stopped him.

"Wait. What did you two talk about on the roof? Did he say anything about me?" she asked hopefully. Tom looked unsure.

"Uh he talked about his car and… just his car. But you should hit the lake." he said ushering her towards the lake. She looked unhappy about it, but jogged off towards the lake.

Tom let out a heavy sigh as Bethany disappeared. "That was close. Come on lets go to the basement." he said, taking my hand and leading us towards the house once more.

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