It isn’t everyday that your planet is invaded by aliens, but when it does happen, it can be fast and devastating. In our case, it happened about ten years ago. … But perhaps I should introduce myself first. My name is Dylan Green, and I was born and raised on Earth. It’s a long story, but I left Earth and came here to this planet just before the invasion, leaving my brother behind on Earth. My mom and dad had already died, so it was just me and my brother at the time. This story could become extremely complicated if I tell you everything now, so let me just leave you with the knowledge that because of who, what, and where I am, I know that Earth is about to be invaded too. It’s going to be fast. It’s going to be devastating. And there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it.
Would you hate me if I told you that I’m actually looking forward to the invasion? I know people are going to die. Millions of people are going to die as a result of this invasion. It would have been billions if this happened a few years ago, but humanity has been pretty busy lately destroying itself without any help from extraterrestrials, and now there aren’t even a billion humans left alive. The aliens believe that their invasion will actually save Earth from complete annihilation, and I am inclined to agree.
In fact, the aliens believe that my help is essential to the success of their invasion, and I am giving it to them freely. Don’t hate me too much though. I have my reasons, and if you could come inside my head for even a little while, you would understand. Anyway, I’ve got work to do now, so the rest of this story will have to be told by someone else, but you’ll see me again soon enough. Things are about to change for planet Earth, and I’m looking forward to going home for the first time in over ten years.
I woke up this morning to the sound of animal grunting. Was that a pig? I looked around quickly to make sure my hideout was secure. I was careful not to make a sound. Giving away my location, even to a pig, could be a fatal mistake. I couldn’t see the animal, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t know where I was. Weren’t pigs supposed to have a keen sense of smell. I seemed to remember a story about a pig sniffing for mushrooms, or something like that. Did mushrooms even have a smell.
If this animal, or whatever it was, decided to attack suddenly, I was at least prepared to defend myself. I clasped the meter-long steel rod tightly with both hands. I was grateful that I had come across this rod just the other day. You never know when you might need to defend yourself against an enemy.