Lives Of The Unknown Book 1: The Legend of Andrew Lockeford by G. L. Argain

reached the town of Bishop; he had driven parallel to the
snowcapped Sierras, which looked amazing against the blue,
cloud-less sky and the green fields on the valley floor. Although
it didn’t quite satisfy his expectations. He expected to be blown
away by all the sights he saw, to feel joy throughout his body, but
unfortunately expectations always differ from reality. Andrew had
originally planned to find a fancy restaurant to eat out at in
Bishop, but his time was cut short and he ended up eating a
hamburger and fries at a Jack in the Box restaurant. The place was
busy and, as a consequence, it took a while before he got his
order. There were lots of tourists around anyway, and he realized
that it would be busy and crowded with people no matter where he
went in town. The meal filled him up and tasted all right, so it
was good enough. Too bad he didn’t at least enjoy it. He filled up
his car’s gas tank before he left Bishop. Onwards towards
Tonopah—the weather started to get cooler, considering how the
elevation was increasing as well. Andrew though it would be hotter,
considering how it was in a desert like the Mojave Desert. Then
again, most of the Mojave Desert was much closer to sea level, and
not every desert is the same. Looking at people driving on the open
road, as well as in towns, Andrew noticed that there were plenty of
people who were rushing to their destination. Plus, when he parked
on the curb of a street in town, he saw plenty of people with their
attention towards their phones. Andrew hoped that this trip was the
opposite—just meeting people that were content with what they had
and their simple lives.
    Fifty miles east of Tonopah on Highway
6, Andrew stopped to stretch his legs—he stretched them not too
long ago back in Tonopah, but here there were no people for miles.
True, he was focusing on his destination because he was in a
hurry—hypocritical, again—but at least he was driving within the
speed limit. Often he would have some tailgaters who passed the
moment a dotted line on the road appeared. Sometimes they did not
pass at all, which had spooked him out a bit. Walking on the
shoulder he parked his car along, he noticed that he was near the
intersection of another highway, which was nicknamed the
“Extraterrestrial Highway”; there was a sign nearby the
intersection that had a silhouette of a bull with a UFO over it.
Andrew chuckled a bit as he walked back to his car, thinking that
maybe he would see some alien activity during this trip. He didn’t
go down the Extraterrestrial Highway, though; he had to continue
along Highway 6.
    Another fifty miles
further, Andrew started to feel nervous without knowing why. He
found a dirt turnover on the side of the road and stopped. The
stars were all out at this time, and there were no humans in sight.
He got out of his car and looked up at the stars in fifty-five
degree weather. He wasn’t wearing a sweatshirt, but he didn’t mind
the cold. As the wind whistled through the bushes in the
background, he thought, It’s a peaceful
night, so why am I so worried for no reason? Could it be that I’m
just out here alone in the middle of nowhere? Just then he got his answer. One of the stars had shifted to
the left and began to glow brighter. As Andrew could see that it
was not a star and that sound was coming from it, he said out loud,
“Yup, it’s aliens.”
    It was a flying saucer, just like many
people would expect to see, although it was much bigger than one
would think. The diameter of it was about as long as a football
field, and it must have been three or four stories tall. There was
a surprisingly quiet and fluent sound coming from it that sounded
like something from a synthesizer. How cliché. It was entirely
gray, and there were no lights coming off of it at the moment.
There were several circular doors, it looked like, for smaller
ships or escape pods to come out of. It hovered two hundred feet
above Andrew, who spread his arms out in an