It was a normal day until I saw a man solitary on my atomic tangerine roof. But how did he get up there? I thought “what ya doing up there?” I said, I cringed as something just screeched in my ear. Feeling vulnerable, I tried to loiter back to my house ; it was locked. Then an obscure figure slit my throat. DEATH was the last word that filled my ears. Then more of the creatures with their ebony trench coats flooded into my house : annihilated everything, just bits of serrated shrapnel and cream sickle orange bricks lay on the floor. They prime directive was death.

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