Aliens are invading. The Earth is doomed. The end of the world is a bad time to fall in love.
This was the first time he’d been on a date with a girl that wasn’t a school function in, well, forever.
Meanwhile, half a campground away, Leslie had taken out her contacts and laid down in her overly extravagant queen bed.
A week ago, Joshy Carter didn’t know aliens existed. Two days ago, he thought there were only a few aliens on his planet.
The sun was peeking over the horizon by the time Joshy, Debra, and Leslie crept around the back of the house to avoid the reporters and hopped over the fence into Maddie’s backyard.
The walls were decorated with smiling police officers receiving medals and community events they sponsored.
Tara dropped into the Globorian embassy without a sound. Houston was still reeling from the effect of Hurricane Harvey a year before, and the city was having a hard time getting back on its feet.
It took the rest of the evening to deconstruct the laser weapon and load it onto trucks for transportation to Tara’s base in France.
Debra made her way into her mother’s cell after the horde of aliens fled toward the battle.