Prologue
When I was little I adored the stars. I spent nights looking at the sky in awe of their beauty. It was only natural to stare at them and wonder what is beyond. To ask myself if there were other planets like Earth and how their inhabitants looked.
I was naive.
Because what came from the stars was far different from my childhood ideas. The creatures that invaded the planet were strong, evil, and merciless. Just like the Apocalypse’s horsemen, they conquered and brought war, famine and death.
Now I no longer look at the stars. I dread them for what came from them and curse their beauty for bewitching me. Yet, despite the darkness that has befallen us, I refuse to surrender. I refuse to die before that alien race returns to the stars where they belong. And if I can’t help humanity, I will die trying.
