They came and just watched.
It was on the 14th day of March when a scientist probably fell from the chair after waisting their life tryig to find something else out in the universe. The major news networks were nothing but "Invaders From Above" or "They Came To Save Us" type of bullshit. We were able to actually see the mothership about two days later. It like a stereotypical U.F.O. Circular, metal, big, and fascinating. It was massive. It was midnight-black and it had green lines in weird patterns that pulsed like a heart beat. It blocked out the sun where ever it went and it stopped moving in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
Eventually, the world got paranoid. Some hid, some insisted on blowing them to shit, and some didn't know what to think. Most of the world leaders were of the second catagory. Every country launched what they had. To say "we fucked up big time" was a major understatement. The missiles had no effect and the invaders weren't too happy with their ship being fired at.
Then the nukes were launched.
Oops.
They were tired of it. Hundreds of small ships swarmed out of the mothership and it was horrible. Cities demolished like Lego houses. I went into a bunker and waited it out.
They shot a massive beam into the ocean, turning the planet into a child's sandbox with puddles.
I survived and this is my story.
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Science FictionZephlarians. Picture a body builder with a reptile face, tail, claws, and skin. Now add in the senses of the top predators and that is kind of like the Zephies. After they showed up and watched our every move, like an eagle eyes a rodent, it was cha...
