The day the wall came and the sun went away...

If I remember it correctly it was in the year 2022,when the sun went away. The great culture war was still waging as the Liberal ANTIFA faction fought against the Republican Reagan Raptors or RRR.

Both sides were losing a lot of good people on both sides. The Republicans were heavily stocked with Ammo as anyone with half a brain knows, yet the sheer number of people willing to fight for this stupid war for the left was helping them take the western and eastern fronts, leaving the Raptors to fight in the middle of America. And I tell you it didn't work out all to well for those city folk. Those hipsters from Seattle were able to sneak in to Idaho, than come got caught in the blistering colds of Montana, North Dakota and Wyoming. And the hunters took care of them after that. The Californian ANTIFA already had Nevada and Utah, matched with the number of Retired Grandmas with pink pussy hat helmets with little Vote for Bernie #2020 stickers, they were able to get past the strength of New Mexico yet fell to the heavily armed Texans, who actually didn't notice a war was going on, until a BBQ was shot up in El Paso. Two squadrons were taking down that day by the Martinez family, who were celebrating a family reunion. The only causalities for the Martinez family, that day, was the food got burnt. Afterwards they celebrated with a bigger BBQ. We were all shocked when New York did the most damage, you wouldn't expect a state with so many drama and art majors to have such metaphorically big balls.

As we Americans were fighting among ourselves, the Rest of the world held a small moment of peace. You know, since our military, CIA and the FBI were too busy dealing with the fighting in the major cities in America, they weren't fighting illegal wars in the rest of the world. At least opium was cheap again. However that didn't last very long, as the globalists swept in, their plan succeeding in fueling the fall of America with outrage culture and memes.

We didn't know what happened at first. One moment there was an aliment of stars that was kinda rare for that time and the next moment that entire part of the universe is gone except a large grey metal wall. It wasn't until we were able to get a good image of earth during that time, off one of our deep solar system satellites.
As a guy named Dylan Ryan Doberstein from Salt Spring Island Canada noticed on Youtube that is you play the film speed very slowly, which he did from his phone living in a self sustainable solar powered campsite, you were able to see something grey go past it moving very fast, yet it was too big to see what it was. After we got the photos did we see what appears to be the windshield of a very large spaceship, that stopped a little ways off in the distance. The Earth and humanity were losing their collective minds as the sun has somehow disappeared and a wall was all we could see, and our planets direction was heading straight for it.

For once, we finally had a reason to come together collectively to find a way to avoid us splattering like a bug on a windshield on whatever it was going 67,000 mph. So we tried everything to rush building our own ships to trying to communicate with the ship and nothing. We were unanimous in one universal opinion, the first time in the history of the world, and that was that we were fucked. So for our last few moments w decided to be nice to each other as we are all going to die anyways, so let's enjoy these last moments together. For a small season as we came closer to the wall we celebrated humanity and all its accomplishments and right before we were about to hit there was a sudden flash a suddenly nothing but empty space in front of us. The view from the one side of our solar system looked the same to us, the other side where the ship passed was a whole new set of stars. They didn't know what our galaxy looked like as our universe and sun went right through the top Space view deck from their Star commander Planet explorer. That is what the ship had written in large red letters, and on the hull what looked like a flag and some advertisements.

We were scared at first until scientists figured that they come from a solar system with giant planets, Earth is nothing but small rock to them and we are nothing but a micro universe. We are able to pick up their signals and internet, yet they haven't said anything yet to us. There has been sightings of strange alien ships that look like camera drones that fly by, and it seems we have become a TV show for them. They are unlocking our music as we speak, so Far Nirvana and Tupac are the greatest hits. They love our movies, as they are a culture of workers and and jobs are celebrated as we celebrate movie stars. Our sun is not our own, we have a fake copy that does almost what our sun does, they just haven't figured everything out yet, as the polar ice caps are still melting. I personally don't think they care about us other than entertainment, they have been keeping us alive for the past 70 years and the Earth has never been better, i guess years of movies and reality television shows have made us a very large drama planet. It also helps to know that we are not alone in the universe anymore...



I wrote this after cutting a very large lawn and if there is mistakes, it is because I try to write as fast as I can to get the story out before bed. I have so many stories in my head, if I wrote a small story everyday for 2 years, I wouldn't even scratch the surface. So if I like it, I try to get it down quickly before it gets lost with the rest until later. I dislike cutting the lawn, the idea a large loud blade came over us to mow the buildings always  comes in my mind. What if we are but a small rock in a much larger universe, and out greatness is likened to a really impressive anthills.

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1:11 - A Short Story

This kinda just slipped out of my head and it has taken me about 5 hours to finish it. It is raw so probably a few mistakes... If you like it, hey give it a share and if you really want you can buy me a beer at paypal.me/RWelder

This is Josh Holden with breaking news.

NASA representatives reported to us that two weeks ago they lost the Voyager 1 signal, now they are telling us that the signal has been found and its location is puzzling scientists.

In 1977 the Voyager 1 satellite was launched with the hopes of contacting alien life.Within the satellite was a golden record explaining humanity and our location with a glimpse into our species, our diversity and culture. It hit a mile stone last year when it finally broke free of our solar system and now NASA is saying that it is back in our solar system and is transmitting one song over and over again. Dark Was The Night by Blind Willie Johnson.

Scientists are still troubled by the location, as it is passing at the moment Pluto at high speeds and they believe that it should be back in earth's orbit by the end of this week. NASA has confirmed that they believe this might be first contact.

What a load of shit, do you really believe we are all stupid? Dylan mumbles to himself as he goes to the flat earth forum on Facebook. NASA must be really needing more money if they are going to believe this, he posts. Over the last year he has woken to the global lie, and that we are spinning on a ball in space. I mean the water would never be able to pool in a spinning earth? Small minded globe heads anyways. Going back to the news site he looks for the audio of the supposed returning satellite, the biggest lie of them all. Downloading it he takes it to a audio program he uses to make his YouTube video's, and tries to pick a part the sounds. Sitting at his desk replaying the song over and over again, he proceeds to belittle anyone sharing the story on Voyager. Knowing the song all too well since his father use to listen to a lot of blues, he notices that the voice does not sound exactly right. He goes and puts his copy of the song beside the repeating copy in the audio filter and notices a slight difference. With filters he takes away everything except the slight difference in the back ground. What he sees doesn't make any sense, it looks more like a digital code with a message. He turns the speakers up in his house and plays the sound only to it be backwards. He reverses the direction and plays it again. Within the speaker was a very short message and a slight digital squeal. It said in a million voices We Are Hungry... and the computer screen went blank.

What the hell? He gets up and tries hitting the keys, nothing is happening. He looks at the clock on his phone it is 1:11 PM. He resets the computer and reboots it back up. Windows comes on again thank heavens he thinks to himself. He get's up and makes himself a coffee. Sitting back down he attempts to go online when he notices that he doesn't have a signal, his computer also says 1:11, the same as his phone. He tries to turn on his cell phone with no luck. The screen is only showing the wrong time, as it should be 1:17 or 1:18 by now. He tries again and again with his internet connection by turning it off and on. Nothing. Frustrated he steps away from the computer and goes and turns the TV on and finds all the stations are not working. He is only getting a black screen.

Now what did I do? Going to his closet he grabs a old cable antenna from a box of junk and screws it on to the Television. Turning on the set he hits channel search and a analog channel comes on. Turning up the news he sits down with his mouth wide open. On the banner it reads All digital communications off line at 1:11. The government thinks that this is a hack and has nothing to do with the returning Voyager says the reporter. CIA director Mike Pompeo is now live from Langley. We believe that at 1:11 today a virus was set off on the internet disabling all communications. We have a trace on the origin of the virus and will have whoever in custody within minutes. Holy fuck, he gets up nervous and opens the window out of his over priced 10th floor rat cell of an apartment. He sees no cars, he gets away from the window when his door gets kicked in and a team of armed federal agents burst in the room screaming get on the floor, doing exactly as they say, he lays on the floor saying I didn't mean to, it wasn't my fault. With a gun to the back of his head he is told to shut up. Crying he does what they say. They throw him in the back of a police van and drive off. Crying having to go to the bathroom, he has never been more scared in his life. Dear god, please help me, please don't let them lock me away.

They take him to a questioning room at the downtown police center. The room is white and the one wall is glass. He is sitting there for over an hour, pleading begging and spilling his guts out at every crime he has ever committed, which wasn't much. Other than some questionable hentai the guy was pretty clean. Agent Findlay of the FBI looks over the notes they have on him while sitting  in the other room. One Taylor Thorton, 22 and the perfect example of a neck beard. Putting down his notes he walks out and over to the holding room. I didn't mean to he starts to say when the agent tells him to shut up. So, you are the one who played the message and fucked the world? That's got to suck Taylor, if we survive whatever is coming your name will be mud. Mud? Never mind I don't have time for that. We are letting you go, we have no reason to hold you. The message was pretty simple to find, and if it wasn't you it would have been someone else. They wanted us to play it, they we able to take control everything the moment you played the message. Cameras, audio and satellites, they are watching us through our own cameras. Do we know why they are here? No but we will find out soon. We have tracked them entering our solar system just hours ago, the ship is nothing like we have ever seen before. Look kid, if I were you I would get the hell out of the city. You heard the message the same as us...

Agent Findlay walks out of the room and goes to the office they have let him use while he was there. He calls in his report, and gets someone to follow Mr Thorton. I want to know everything he is doing.

Getting home to his kicked in door and his neighbors staring at him like he was a terrorist he was also welcomed to a sea of reporters camping out at his front door of the apartment. Doing as the officer suggested, he pushed his way through with repeated answers of no comment. After making it to his place he notices that everything was still there minus the door laying in the hallway. The frame covered with police tape.

My computer is still there, I was afraid they were going to take it. 

Going to the fridge remembering he had fuck all for food, he closed the door and went in the cupboard for a cup of soup. He bought a large supply when he went shopping at Costco with his father and his card. A months supply of canned ravioli, pork and beans and ramen noodles. He first starts filling everything that can hold water, starting with the bathtub while watching TV. On the news is a eclipse of the sun as the alien spaceship gets closer. Fear and panic have gripped the country it says across the screen as they show rioting and looting in the streets. He looks out his window and sees nothing, he is out by the airport in Denver . The one with all the creepy murals so his view is facing the airport. Outside the sun is fading away as night brings fear and chaos to the people of earth. 

On the news they are showing images of the ship that has stopped a quarter way from the sun and the earth. Scientists praising the positing as they worried a ship that size would push the earth out of orbit. The ship appears to have stopped and a large fleet of smaller alien crafts are ascending towards the planet. They project that the spaceship will land at Cape Canaveral where the Voyager 1 originally lifted off a little after noon tomorrow. Reporters are already rushing to get a better view of the landing. Tired after such a hard day he falls asleep on the couch.

 When he wakes up he notices it is still dark. He sees a fire off in the distance as he turns to the clock and notices that it's out. Going over to his spare room and getting from his cam supplies his campfire stove and opening the window, he brews himself a coffee. He was not much of a camper, his brother willed him his camping gear in the hopes he will get out more. He was older and the perfect example of the outdoors type. He dies three years ago from lung cancer. He never even smoked once, always eat organic foods. Here I am 20 pounds over weight with Ravioli stains on my shirt. And the man who helped destroy the internet. Going over with his coffee as he always does, he sits back at his computer desk and turns the desktop on. He turns up the volume of the news, as he checks again the wifi signal. Still nothing.  

He looks at the clock on the wall and remembers that he has a clock on the wall. A gift from his mother with pictures of the family in it. It is 6:30 am, the news is reporting that the alien ships are getting closer, with one in the lead. 

Glues to the set I sit down not even noticing I spilled my coffee everywhere. On the screen the ship is landing by a large group of reporters and government and military presence. The ship is coming in fast, it is the size of a warehouse yet moves with grace. 

 Spell bound by every movement on the screen I start eating some stale chips that must be three days old by now, I would have eaten tide pods and not noticed the taste at the moment. a hush draws the crowd as the dust settles and the doors open. From out of the ship comes a swarm of laser weapons, moving down the reporters and soldiers. Wave after wave of soldiers emerge from the ship. One camera man is running before the feed ends and the go back to the blank looks of the reporters. Screaming, the entire crew run for the door, one person gets pushed knocking over the camera as it hits the floor, leaving the viewing audience scared for their lives. The TV screen goes blank as a power surge wipes out the power in the entire city. Getting up he walks to the window as he sees plane after plane taking off in the air. He watches getting lost on the moment, wondering if this will be the end of it all? He noticed something strange. For just a moment everything was at peace, the sound of the last roaring jet had taken off leaving a beautiful silence. 

He sits in the silence coming to terms with fate when he notices that his computer is still running. He walks over and moves the mouse to see the monitor come on. He hits Ctrl, alt and delete to start task manager and notices that his video editing program was still running. He quickly goes to the program and sees that it is stuck on loop. Turning it off he goes back to task manager and stops everything, resetting the computer. 

Waiting until the computer comes back on he notices that his cell phone was working. He looks at his phone and notices that it has a wifi signal and goes to his browser and refreshes it.

Excited he shouts I did it, as he jumps off his chair and dances around the room. The world will now remember me for turning it back on. 

Across the way in another apartment was Agent Jones, using binoculars and a two way radio he calls Langley and tells the the news. Dale Evans head of communications  hangs up the phone and calls everyone back into the main work room. 

We are back with full satellites people, let's find out what's going on. Using what cameras they have they start looking for alien movement. As they do camera sweeps by Cape Canaveral, they notice that none of the aliens were moving, the weapons they were holding lay at their feet. Within minutes they already have a drone in the air doing a sweep of the area. Nothing sir, nothing is moving. How can that be says Findlay. Two minutes until drone contact. the entire room settles as the drone gets closer to the aliens. As camera gets closer they notice that they not aliens but mechanical robots. The drone hits the droid as it falls on its back. 

It must be our wireless, it must be blocking the signal, says a woman in a white lab coat. That is why they shut it off. Quick she says, phone Elon Musk on the phone and tell him to power up ViaSat-2 internet satellite. Hanging up the phone the crew at Space x turn on the high speed internet. The ships that were in our low orbit started falling from the sky, most hitting water leaving Florida alone. 

The crowd at Langley cheered as the ships that escaped the satellites internet waves were leaving earth's orbit. We did it they cheered. On the TV the news were showing the alien space craft leaving, as Taylor cheered knowing he saved the world. Humanity was saved...

A Cloudy Sky

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                                                              When Lighting Strikes

I remember the day all so well when they first arrived. It was a rainy day and I just got off of work from another day of selling liquor and smokes to drunks and teens. Like I give a fuck what the law or even my boss the great asshat Mr Wilbertan had to say, no one else came to this little store in this buttfuck little town but them. I just finished a double shift, Stu my co worker and best friend was sleeping off a good weekend, and he asked me to do him a solid. 

How could I say no, I've done it to him way too many times to count. We both came from the same town, had the same friends, we all new the same boring people. If the law ever did come by to check if these kids had ID or those drunks were past the limit, I would spot them as quick as a new truck. 

I just got home and sat down at my computer. My walls were filled with stories that needed more investigation, Sightings were becoming more and more frequent. Stories of people disappearing and then months later waking in other parts of the world confused and dazed. My desk a pile of folders and ashes. Coffee and bong water stains tarnish the finish of my grandfathers old desk. A picture of my family stained with tears and dust lay face down. I lost them all in an unknown accident 5 years ago. All of of them squished into a car heading to my grandmothers birthday party, me having to work that day and not really interested in watching everyone get drunk again. I am here because of that shitty job.They all thought I was crazy with my conspiracies, no one understood me. As much as I tried, it fell on deaf ears...

 As I was saying I just got home and was checking my usual sites for the latest on the supernatural, aliens and flat earth... Just before you think I am crazy I will never stick to one avenue for my hobby, I believe that anything is possible. That is probably why I had noticed the first wave before anyone else. I knew that they were here, that they were studying us.

               It started simple in a park in Paris.

There was a birthday party for a kid named Michael and his seven friends. The parents Trish and David were accompanied by one other adult. One of the children's parent, and a close friend.  Hiding under a tree, as the storm moved quickly in. A lighting bolt struck the tree and everyone under it. As far as we knew they were only slightly hurt and a little dazed and confused. They all had to be taken under medical attention until they gained their footing. That was all that was said.

After searching for months I was able to find the doctors notes on all the patients. They all suffered a mild form of memory loss, and a loss of motor skills. Almost like they were waking in new bodies. (That is my opinion) they also could not remember anything that happened. After a few hours, they all managed to get better. Memories were back and movement was fine, however the blank expressions on their faces was something weird enough for the medical staff to put it in the files.

The second was a lot bigger. It happened in Germany affecting a soccer game with 35 people. It was hailed as a freak lighting storm again, but I knew. I knew something was up. As with the first case, all the people reported to have the same conditions as the first incident. Of coarse hospitals were too fucking stupid or slow to share that sort of vital information. So it went widely unknown that we were getting invaded. The people went home, the news was quiet.

The third one was silent. I only heard a small story on the news about an airplane that was hit with lighting and that it had almost gone down. Not that the news would know, and I would find out much later. That it was filled with highly trained UN soldiers, dignitaries and leaders of the world off on another global tax grab convention. All in the name of Carbon credits ha!. If only life was as simple as me stewing in anger over false data and global warming myths. A quarter of Earth is now scorched from our feeble attempts to defeat them with nuclear weapons. In the end we only destroyed our own countless lives in a vain chance of victory. I will now finally admit that mankind has caused global warming.

Once they had control of the figures of power, everything was basically handed to them. It wasn't until the forth strike that people started to notice. It happened in Dallas Texas on a clear day. The reports said it was another freak storm, that hit the AT & T Stadium during a Dallas Cowboys game. All the seats were filled that day, 100,000 people all hit by the largest lighting strike in known history. Not one person complained or felt any affects that time, as if it didn't really happen. I figured they must have perfected their little soul swap after the first three times. I am sure they had perfected picking up single people,after the many years of alien abduction

After that the internet was ablaze. We all had our own theories from HARP to a break in reality from the Large Hadron Collider. I even heard planet x to time traveling Egyptians, I knew that it was none of those. Something seemed more strange and sinister.. This was an attack, they were finally here. We finally have proof of life in other planets and they come here bloody hostile. If movies and video games have taught me anything, things were only just starting. Mankind faced its greatest test. 

Once the stories began making traction, they were easily dismissed by the media outlets as hoaxes. High ranking scientists talked day and night on talk shows about the rise in lighting strikes because of global warming. We tried our best. Anonymous and other hacker groups flooded information as much as we could. Of coarse like every other time we were mocked and laughed at, nothing new from brain dead sheep. Yes a few stories got tossed around from the newspaper rag the mirror and a few questionable websites. The media wasn't taking any interest in the story other than to dismiss it.. They were too busy filling the screen with images of Trump and Hilary for the 2016 election. Talk about a couple aliens.. If we ever survive I hope we can get past the stupidity of leaving the planet in the hands of morons.

Now the fifth time the whole world noticed.  All across the planet a storm rolled in. Power was shut off on many of the cities, lighting bolted across entire neighborhoods. For two hours the world was a mass of explosions. By the time the dust settled an invasion force had settled in Canada of all places. It's large rolling mountains easily able to hide their ships and bases. Of coarse Canada was the first place to get nuked.

I already miss maple syrup and poutine..

Some were as blue ball of fire coming in fast. Large ominous clouds rolling in like a bat out of hell, or my cousin Christopher when he runs out of beer and gets in his truck. Once the cloud was over the most populated areas,  it would then strike. Reports confirm that the large cloud would spread out striking numerous buildings and homes.

And some we as strong as those that were created from volcanoes. Fire and dust would rain down on unsuspecting people and their homes. I call these the destroyers.


They were able to hide within the clouds. What I understand is that radar didn't see them coming. After the dust settled entire cities were left in ruins. The reports said that no bodies were found, as if they were vaporized. Me being paranoid enough to build my own fallout shelter from my parents inheritance, I had everything I needed for a few years, or as so I figured anyways. By the third strike I was already living in the shelter, I was able to bypass a few means of communication and had full internet access until the lights went out. My parents empty house lay as a grave with little remembrance.

I sat in that bunker held up in style for three weeks, feeding my generator and trying to get anything from the shortwave radio. What I did get was a mess of stories. People were attacking others and a war had begun against one another on petty things like race and gender. Fathers were coming home and slaughtering their families, people were going on killing sprees. My own liquor store was robbed and burnt to the ground... Those darn kids... The streets were riots and police acted as judge and executioner

Nothing really did come to my little town. No destroyer clouds or blue balls of fire. It was destroyed by the people as with many other cities and towns. Those who stole what they could and ran. Others spread chaos and fear. People so accustomed to life being so easy were stuck in cities trying to flee the bloodshed that judgement lay upon it. The world turned into chaos overnight. And I had to do what I had to do to survive. And if it was stealing all the good booze and smokes and food and then burning my old stupid job to the ground, so be it. Fuck you asshat.

With the world leaders being them, there was little resistance until it was too late. Our defense was of little use. Their forces were waiting at every corner. I thought I was safe hiding like a coward in my shelter stocked with good scotch and fine cigars, with a wall of video consoles and a a 65 inch flat screen. I had carefully hide in my parents property, wind and solar panels to give me a little extra juice. I managed to gain a stock of seeds and cases preserved of food and hydroponics growing in the back. Hording my riches while the world burned above me.

It wasn't until they hit the entire planet with some sort of sonic burst that flattened all my communications and power. That is the day I received my true wake up call. Whatever hit us hit us hard. My generators and batteries exploded instantly. The walls cracked and weakened, as I was tossed out of bed in a mad rush of confusion and honestly, a little pissing myself in fear. Smoke was brought instantly into the main areas of the bunker through the air ventilation, the flames ate my plastic paradise as fast as the food my family use to eat at Floyd's Dinner. .It is not until afterwards that I saw the fault in the design, and the fucking stupidity of keeping the gas close to the generator. The room exploded, taking the roof with it.

I rushed to my closet where I had an emergency pack and a gun and headed out the main door. I looked back watching my games burn in a white and orange flamed mindfuck. FUCK! I had it coming, I new I couldn't hide for long. Riding out the apocalypse while getting high and playing video games sounded pretty fucking good to me. Call me selfish, I am a product of my environment.


I rushed out the door breathing air for the first time in weeks as I'm chocking toxic fumes from my lungs blindly running with my dick hanging out. Did I mention I was naked? How else do you sleep. I make it to my great grandfathers old barn before the entire shelter collapsed on itself. The heat weakening the concrete structure, as everything I ever held precious was gone. My mothers plates, my fathers collection of porn videos. My weed. All that was left was my parents abandoned farm and

I couldn't sleep there. I still can hear my mother yelling at me while beating up my sisters with anything she could find. The father that wasn't, was on the road as usual. Trucking paid the bills son, a trucker is what you are growing up to become. Just like your old man. Yea what, sleeping with lot lizards and getting woman pregnant across the country, in a job that goes everywhere but nowhere? No thanks Dad, I would rather sell cancer to children

I had to hold myself up with the barn as I adjusted to the air and the stench that was blowing from the wind that somehow sounded artificial and hollow. The air also seemed thick and greasy, it took me a moment to adjust as I coughed my lungs out. Good thing I was already a smoker. This air felt polluted and my lungs have already been damaged from my own stupidity. In the distance I heard static, you know the noise the TV use to make when it was done broadcasting for the night. Right after a little American pride. It sounded like an old TV with no signal blasting through a drainage pipe.

It cut through my ears and it felt like it was rattling my eyes and brain. All of a sudden my knees buckled and I dropped on my bag face first as the sound took effect. My ears started to bleed as my mind felt as if it was being torn to shreds. With shaking hands I was able to grab the small earplugs that I had stashed sitting in the small pocket on the top of the bag. Once I was able to put them in, which was incredibly hard, I managed to get back up. I still heard it but the effects were not as strong.
 I would need to find better ways to plug out this noise. I quickly got dressed and tried to figure out my situation. It was easy enough to know where I wasn't going. To the south lay a blinding bright white light. You could tell that it was far away, and that it was the last place you would ever catch me.
I run to my new truck and grab the keys that lay under the seat. I grabbed a few tools from the barn and loaded the back with water and whatever I could find in the shelves laying in the house. Which wasn't much. I loaded what foods I could recognize in a cooler and started the truck. Noticing the large loud pipes on the back I quickly shut it off. Shit. I didn't know what to do. Sure a loud truck sounds great passing through main street but trying to be quiet was not going to work. I had to install my stock ones hanging on the wall. After two hours and a few cut up fingers I managed to quickly change the exhaust to something a little less heatbag-ish. I was ready to go nowhere. I peeked once more outside. Off in the distance I could see a large hovering fleet close to the ground. I figured they were hunting us for sport.

I jumped in the truck and headed into town. I was going to go by Stewart's house and see if he was smart and left town. There was nothing left of town. Population 100 and it looked like everyone left town as soon as they could. There is many mountains and caves a person could hide in these parts. It looked like a fire was set at the pawn shop and it burnt the entire town. With no one to put out the fire the town didn't have a chance. I knew Stu was okay, he lived nowhere near town. I was poor but Stu was even poorer. He lived past the tracks in a yard across from the steal mill. His father won it after losing his arm in a accident. I use to see him three times a day, everyday grabbing his two bottles of vodka. Hiding it as If I was somehow judging him, most of the town was alcoholics anyways. Like I was anyone to judge what they did to survive this hell called Bairoil Wyoming.

As I was driving by I noticed a light in the main window of his place. I pulled up silently on the side and slowly walked over to the front door. Banging my fist gently I knocked. After a few seconds I quickly banged three times, this time a lot fucking harder.. I walked over to the side window when I noticed a barrel sticking out. I dove towards the house as the blast of a double barrel filled the night sky. What the fuck are you doing I screamed as Stu's father looked out the window.

What the fuck are you doing outside boy, trying to get yourself killed?
I knocked on the door but no one answered.
What he screams over my voice? I'm wearing somthin for my ear he yells, come in the back, dunner is on. I quickly run to the back door where his families two mutts bark at me from the side of the door. Inside the house is lite with candles. Stu's mom had a large wrap of towels around he head and the kids have plugs in their ears as they play. Stu's dad is using his old headset from his old steel mill days. Sorry he yells, we couldn't hear you.
What is this noise I yell?
We don't know but it will end soon. You will know when it's over, are you hungry boy? Grab a plate and let the misses fill it. Yar skinny enough as it is, look at Stu he looks healthy. He looks fat I say as his mom smacks me on the head. Don't listen to him, you're just big boned, your father didn't grow up until he was 17. She walks over and gives him a kiss. Any more talk like that and no dessert for you shes says to me. They were all so oblivious.

What are you guys doing here, you shouldn't have the lights on!
Who is coming out here in the dead of the night? Every bodies gone son, we might just be the only people left. Even your grandma left south towards Mexico, I helped her pack. We figured you got killed in the fire.
What fire?
The liquor store.

No, I've been down in my shelter, I thought you already left town. I didn't hear anything from you Stu. I had to make sure my family was okay first, Stu says. I knew you were good, I was going to visit once I knew what we were doing. But Dad is so stubborn he will not leave. This is his castle and he will defend it, stubborn old man. Stu's father gets up and smacks Stu in the head. Watch your mouth here boy, I'm not that old to take you out back and teach you a lesson.

Whatever it is out there I screamed, they haven't come in peace. We need to get to safety as soon as possible. This is absolute insanity you all sitting around with your thumbs up your asses. Now I noticed that the noise has stopped and everyone was looking at me like I was a lunatic.
So Mr know it all, what's your big plan, Stu's dad says sitting across from me at the table. What's your big plan on getting all 7 of us to safety? We have food and propane here boy, and enough water to last out this storm. This isn't a storm I scream, remembering I still held the plugs in my ears I removed them out with caution. This isn't a storm. We are being attacked.

Don't start with your alien bullshit here, I don't have time for your tinfoil hat conspiracies. I get up from the table and mumble fuck you. I look over to Stu and told him that I was leaving. I was not going to be a sitting duck. I'm sorry Stu says, I can't leave my family. You`re all crazy, and you are going to get your family killed sitting here or even worse. Experimented on. Humps Stu's father grunts, what alien are going to probe us son? The two younger kids giggle as I start walking out the back door. I love you guys but I can't stay here, I need to find somewhere safe. And not a house made of sticks with the lights on like a beacon at the sea. Not that I have ever seen the sea or a beacon, I did see videos online once. As I give the finger to the dogs and about to turn and leave, Stu opens the back door and tells me to wait. You know dad has quiet the weapons arsenal in the basement, he was wondering if you had enough guns?

Grabbing two USP .45's a .44 Magnum, a AA 12 and one RPG with two rockets. I set out with enough ammo to start my own war. I left with the blessing of the family and a kiss from Stu's rather large mother. I wished them the best, and told them again that their all fucking nuts and headed out towards Colorado through Moffats country down the 789. If I stayed away from populated areas and stuck to the back roads I should make some traction towards New Mexico. I didn't know if they hunted in sunlight or daylight, so I took my chances and left at night driving the roads with a set of night goggles compliments of Stu's dad. His name was Jefferson by the way, I saw him much later but we won't come to that yet. Oh my name is Jordan, I'm 29 and 6 ft 2 dark skinned hunk of a man. Mixed blood to keep it politely, the names I was called by others growing up were a lot more harsh. I loved my family, I didn't care what others thought, and now I don't have time to fall in self-pity from the past. I'm sure things like racism or religion are now forgotten. We had the survival of the human species to worry about. And this wasn't Jesus's return. Even thou you could call it ancient prophecy and the bible knew this day would come.

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