In they come

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  • Dedicated to Patrick
                                    

Millions, pouring in, cascading down the billions of ladders, men, women, and children being ripped apart by their extra terrestrial guns. The military arrived, ripping the air with .5 caliber bullets , trying to move the mass of people. Shouts of pain and fear filled the air as they reached the ground...

It was over, all the things I held dear had been ripped from me in less than one hour. I was sailing through the air, unable to move. I fought for my life, but hope failed me and I gave up the though of living. "When I hit the ground it would all be over," I thought "maybe I'll get lucky and the fall will fracture my spine and death will be instantaneous."

Then it caught me. The impact didn't hurt, but as the monstrous hand grasped me I lost the ability to breathe. The aliens skin felt like wet leather, and just before I passed out I thought of... "Abraham."

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