Chapter One
Memories
What is my purpose? Why am I here? Why haven't I died yet? What was the point of living? The King and his Knights have already turned the planet into a living hell for me. I should have died. I should have been shot down like all the rest. But no, I was too tenacious, too audacious and too stupid to do that.
I lied there in the darkness with my back against the cold, hard wall. The room was pitch black for my own protection. I held a bottle of Jack in my left hand and a knife in my right, I was going to savour every precious sip from that drink, then I was going to end it all. Take all the pressure, anger, hatred, depression and guit and just throw it all away. My father used to love Jack Daniels...
Dad..
January 1st 2050, the day Earth was invaded. Dad, my brother Jason and I were running for our lives with some other survivors. We had no idea where we were running to, all we knew was that we were running away from certain death. The human race was an endangered species and was close to extinction. Our family ran to our local DIY store to take shelter, catch our breath and get weapons. Humans were stubborn and we weren't going down without a fight. (Not that gardening tools would do good against alien laser rifles, but we needed whatever we could get)
We reached the gardening aisle. Shovels, shears and chainsaws as far as the eye could see. The relief and happiness that filled me left just as my brother turned to me. Something wasn't right. His eyes were red and were full of sorrow, anger and fear, but a sick and twisted smile was spread across his face.
"I'm sorry Danny." He said to me.
He reached for some garden shears and looked directly at our father.
"What are you-" I couldn't finish my question.
It was too late.
OP
