thought that they were fairy tales, flights of fancy, fiction.
Apparently, they didn't exist. But, then came the incident, and after
that, everything changed.
My name is David Baines, I was there on that day, when it happened. The village with a name I would never forget, the bodies of men, women, even children…
The children… the one's who survived, theirs is an incredible story. They had spent the night after the attack observing the enemy, watching their tactics, their behaviours and their habits. And then, using weapons they had taken off my mates, they came out of hiding… and attacked. They kept attacking until the last one of those things was dead.
My squad arrived in the final minutes of that battle. We touched down from our Lynx helicopter and rushed the last of the attackers. The combined fire of both our squad and the survivors were enough to finish them.
Afterwards, I surveyed the bodies of the dead. I still couldn't believe it. The attackers weren't human; they weren't even from this planet. Within a space of thirty-six hours, a group of at least fourteen heavily-armed alien monsters had laid waste to a whole village, leaving 378 dead, six wounded and eleven survivors unharmed.
I wrote this down to come to terms with what I've seen. But, I found that this doesn't even help me recover from my shock and disbelief.
One of the survivors from that massacre once asked me; "Do I believe in aliens?" I told him that before that day, I didn't. In response, the kid, who was no more than fifteen, turned and pointed at the body of one of those things and said those immortal words: "Start believeing."
And I did…
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