attention to him before, but now he’d have to beat them off with a stick. It was a nice problem to have.
He pushed the thought s aside; Melanie was just down the corridor and she’d probably be pretty mad if she found out he was fantasizing about other girls that he’d never even met before.
Only then did he realize what an idiot he was. The world was dying out there, licking its wounds from coming so close to utter annihilation, trying its best to salvage what it could from the catastrophe, and here he was, tucked away safe in a mountain bunker, daydreaming about girls.
He turned his phone off and plugged in the charger. Technology was one of the few things unaffected by the invasion. Funnily enough, the first wave of alien invaders hadn’t even bothered trying to knock out communications satellites before they’d attacked. On the surface, that would seem like a boneheaded move, but Jack knew it wasn’t negligence or poor planning on their part. He knew they were brimming with so much confidence that they never even considered they’d need additional advantages to overcome mankind. They came in thinking it would be a quick victory. They were wrong.
Dreams
Molly shot out of bed like she was spring loaded. She was hyperventilating, sweating and shivering because of her dream.
Her dreams about that Grey leader , Shaylo now took a back seat. Shaylo was still strategizing, according to her dreams, so even though he was a threat, he wasn’t going to attack for some time still. But something frightening was right on the horizon that didn’t have the patience to wait. And much death would soon come in its wake.
She whispered, “Super villains,” and then tried to jostle Dan out of his slumber so she could relay her dream to him before she forgot the details.
Dan sat up and his pillow instantly caught fire.
Molly grabbed her pint-sized bedside fire extinguisher and quickly put out the flames. It was the norm in their household for their stuff to go up in a blaze.
Dan rubbed his eyes and said, “What’s so important that you had to go and ruin another pillow?”
That made her mad. “You ruined the pillow, dumbass!”
“It was fine until you started shoving me.” His hair stood on end and his eyes glowed blue in the dark.
Molly said, “Oh shit,” and jumped out of bed, rushing from the room just as a thick rope of lightning burst forth from Dan’s index finger.
He called out, “Sorry. I’m all better now. It grounded out in the TV. What was so important?”
She walked back in, shaking her head. “I don’t remember any more. Go back to sleep.”
She sat beside him in the dark, trying her best to try and remember the dream, but in all the mayhem, it was gone from her mind.
All she could think about was that they needed to keep at least a dozen TV’s on hand for when Dan lost control of his burgeoning power. Either that or she needed to have him install lightning rods around the house so that he would ground out safely from now on. Either way, he was more trouble than he was worth.
He was already snoring like a chainsaw by the time the smoke had cleared and she was ready to try and get some more sleep. Maybe the dream would come to her again if she could find a way to sleep through Dan’s commotion but she wasn’t hopeful about that.
Night Watch
Hank Beltran and Sally Hopkins stood watch inside the front entrance to the bunker, awaiting the arrival of an armored truck. They’d been instructed to wake up Commander Watson as soon as it arrived. It was already after three in the morning, although time was a relative thing inside the mountain.
Hank shivered against the permeating cold that seeped into his bones and took up long term residence there. “What do you think is in the truck?”
“I don’t know but it’s not worth this crap. It’s freezing here.”
“I bet it’s nice and warm in that girl’s bed,” Hank said devilishly, referring to Melanie.
Sally didn’t play
He pushed the thought s aside; Melanie was just down the corridor and she’d probably be pretty mad if she found out he was fantasizing about other girls that he’d never even met before.
Only then did he realize what an idiot he was. The world was dying out there, licking its wounds from coming so close to utter annihilation, trying its best to salvage what it could from the catastrophe, and here he was, tucked away safe in a mountain bunker, daydreaming about girls.
He turned his phone off and plugged in the charger. Technology was one of the few things unaffected by the invasion. Funnily enough, the first wave of alien invaders hadn’t even bothered trying to knock out communications satellites before they’d attacked. On the surface, that would seem like a boneheaded move, but Jack knew it wasn’t negligence or poor planning on their part. He knew they were brimming with so much confidence that they never even considered they’d need additional advantages to overcome mankind. They came in thinking it would be a quick victory. They were wrong.
Dreams
Molly shot out of bed like she was spring loaded. She was hyperventilating, sweating and shivering because of her dream.
Her dreams about that Grey leader , Shaylo now took a back seat. Shaylo was still strategizing, according to her dreams, so even though he was a threat, he wasn’t going to attack for some time still. But something frightening was right on the horizon that didn’t have the patience to wait. And much death would soon come in its wake.
She whispered, “Super villains,” and then tried to jostle Dan out of his slumber so she could relay her dream to him before she forgot the details.
Dan sat up and his pillow instantly caught fire.
Molly grabbed her pint-sized bedside fire extinguisher and quickly put out the flames. It was the norm in their household for their stuff to go up in a blaze.
Dan rubbed his eyes and said, “What’s so important that you had to go and ruin another pillow?”
That made her mad. “You ruined the pillow, dumbass!”
“It was fine until you started shoving me.” His hair stood on end and his eyes glowed blue in the dark.
Molly said, “Oh shit,” and jumped out of bed, rushing from the room just as a thick rope of lightning burst forth from Dan’s index finger.
He called out, “Sorry. I’m all better now. It grounded out in the TV. What was so important?”
She walked back in, shaking her head. “I don’t remember any more. Go back to sleep.”
She sat beside him in the dark, trying her best to try and remember the dream, but in all the mayhem, it was gone from her mind.
All she could think about was that they needed to keep at least a dozen TV’s on hand for when Dan lost control of his burgeoning power. Either that or she needed to have him install lightning rods around the house so that he would ground out safely from now on. Either way, he was more trouble than he was worth.
He was already snoring like a chainsaw by the time the smoke had cleared and she was ready to try and get some more sleep. Maybe the dream would come to her again if she could find a way to sleep through Dan’s commotion but she wasn’t hopeful about that.
Night Watch
Hank Beltran and Sally Hopkins stood watch inside the front entrance to the bunker, awaiting the arrival of an armored truck. They’d been instructed to wake up Commander Watson as soon as it arrived. It was already after three in the morning, although time was a relative thing inside the mountain.
Hank shivered against the permeating cold that seeped into his bones and took up long term residence there. “What do you think is in the truck?”
“I don’t know but it’s not worth this crap. It’s freezing here.”
“I bet it’s nice and warm in that girl’s bed,” Hank said devilishly, referring to Melanie.
Sally didn’t play
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