So cold, so dark. Lindy, Sean, both Chris’s and I keep walking down the road next to the beach, winding through different tunnels and gates, overpasses roaring noisily above us. The fog just will not seem to fade away, you can barely see the ground in front of you, yet you can make out the shapes of the tall buildings in the distance or even just up ahead. Talking about nothing we begin to get frightened. The mood is just so eerie that we all become silent as we keep moving over the wet concrete towards our destination. All it takes is one look back and a creature comes flying out of the mist. Shooting down streams of green all over the place, too shocked to investigate we scatter, crying out for eachother in the heat of the moment. Picking up the canisters the helicopter shot at us gives us a gas mask, and as I look back again a feeling of sheer horror and awe rolls over me. Coming out of the fog is the largest spaceship I have ever seen. It’s not just a spaceship it’s a battleship raining missiles and bombs and lasers down on the people and buildings below. Military fighters are shooting at it trying to bring it down and they are having some success but there are hundreds of the ships appearing in the fog. Launching pods down we all run into the nearest house. Suddenly we are in a residential area and I’m screaming at them to grab whatever weapons they can. We manage to grab a few shotguns and pistols from the neighboring houses, as the Invading force begins to wash over our country. Months fly by in almost an instant, and we are in a different residential area all wearing gas masks, but everything is looted and run down. There are enemy vehicles and creatures right outside the window and as I look up and out of the window I wake up.