The Night That Never Ended
A year ago, today, marks the beginning of the end. I remember being awakened by a thunderous crash, something I’ve never heard before. A military helicopter had crashed down into a fiery explosion on the street below, right outside my bedroom window. My apartment building shook to the core like an earthquake. I remember my heart pounding in my chest, my ears ringing from the blast. It took me a few minutes to fully grasp the level of danger I was in. I immediately jumped out of bed and crawled towards the window to see what had happened. That damned window, it was like looking into a picture frame of hell on earth. I stood up to a crouched position just below the windowsill and looked out into the blaze trying to make sense of what just happened. At first, I couldn’t see them, but I could hear their crafts hovering above. Next thing I know the air force had arrived in the city. As jets blasted by overhead, I looked up and saw them for the first time. An unknown alien force with unparalleled technology and weaponry the world has never seen. It was in that very moment, I knew, the end of days had begun.
