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In all the time that I have lived, I found myself to be in what could only be called idle. Walking through my life with no purpose and no direction, simply going through the movements with no end in sight to the staleness that was my boring and uneventful existence. I thought I would die like this, without doing anything for anyone or leaving a mark on the world.

That was until the world became hell.

No one knew how long these things were around, if they were simply waiting for the right time to strike or if the government knew about them and just kept us in the dark like some kind of sci-fi movie. It happened so fast that no one really got to ask these questions. We were hit hard and fast without warning and without mercy.

These strange creatures sent out in what could only be called UFO's, hitting the Earth in small groups that would later be called 'Landing Parties' by the surviving humans. What they were, aliens, or just some kind of in-human creature...once more, aliens. No one really gave them an official name, just small terms for what they did and how they acted, but for the most part they were called curse words.

I called them 'Dogs' for what they resembled. Canine like creatures that stand at seven feet in height when on two legs, there are others that walk on fours like centaurs that stand around nine feet. They are covered in fur, black or white, no real variation in that aspect, they seem to be told apart by the armor that they wear which comes in many different designs with dozens of colors painted on them.

There is next to nothing known about them save for they are powerful. The weapons that they use are capable of going through the strongest armor, some even track targets and others simply dissolve people into nothing but ash...just like a fucking movie. No one had a chance against them when they started to come down in Landing Parties. Always in a small group, but spread out like a tactical operation. They would block escape routes, keep people from getting away, and then kill them. In that order.

Now, we find ourselves in hiding, humans that is. How many of us are left? I don't know. I kept to myself, still do. It didn't seem right to try and contact others; one mouth to feed is already proving extremely difficult as the Landing Parties come at random times. Just got to keep moving, never stay in the same place too long.

I'm writing this and will send it out when I'm either going to die, or find a way to kill these creatures. Kind of like a Will, last rights and all that shit. One way or another, something has to give...either me, or them.

More will come later...till then.

~

A small beep wound sound as the man held his finger down on the small IPhone button, the device shutting off before the man slipped the device into a ragged green satchel bag that was set to his right. Brown eyes stared before him at the coffee table in front of him, the double barrel sawed off shot gun resting upon the wooden table.

The man's brown eyes stared blankly at the weapon before his gaze shifted over his right shoulder; he peered out the window to the empty street. Empty of people that was, cars were scattered recklessly about and there rested signs of fights and struggles. When people found themselves backed against a wall they fought one another for small things, leaving nothing but death in their wake.

With a sigh the man pushed himself to stand, right hand hitting the middle of the weapon before he hoisted it onto his right shoulder and moved for the door, satchel being pulled by his left by the strap. With a single move he slung the bag over his shoulder before moving out the front door and into the open.

With sun shining he moved down the walkway toward the driveway, eyes quickly moved to the sky to see clear blue with white fluffy clouds moving by. The man looked to be a young man. Brown hair had been gelled and slicked back, stubble on his cheeks from lack of shaving, black boots upon his feet, green camo-pants on his legs, black t-shirt on his upper body, even an earring in the edge of his left ear. The appearance of a middle-class worker, his build showing him to be capable of hard labor but lax enough to be a lay about, a completely normal man in appearance for this day and age.

If it wasn't for the lack of other people and the fact that he held a shot-gun in his right hand as he moved down the sidewalk, it would seem like a normal scene in the life of a normal person.

The man moved down the street as if nothing was amiss, his eyes shifted toward the sky often however, as if waiting for something as he casually strolled past car after car, his destination unknown as his eyes stared blankly forward.

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I find myself doing this often, wandering from place to place, not really sure where I'm going or why I keep going. Perhaps it's the hand of 'God' moving me...or more likely it's because I have nothing better to do. Just survive.

I'm no soldier...though I've played Halo and Gears of War. Not really training for this kind of situation, I don't think real military careers cover this either. I did meet up with some soldiers a while ago and learned a bit, helped me survive so far at least. In the end, no one was ready for this. For the lack of warning and the precise attacks by the larger 'UFO's' as well as the ground attacks from the Landing Parties, the Dogs overran every military base and facility that could be found.

With that it could be assumed that the government had no idea about this. I personally doubt it, hard to even pick your nose without them knowing about it, at least it was...now pick away in the knowledge that no one may know!

...

I get scary bored out here sometimes.

I've been on my own for nearly two months now, having dodged the first Landing Parties and continued to do so till this day. I watched a small group of soldiers; Army or Marines shoot out with the Dogs once. Didn't end well at all, their bullets bounced off the Dogs armor like the soldiers were shooting BB's at them. I watched the armor repel an M-16 at close range, a shot gun that a cop was using, even a frag grenade that one of the soldiers tossed. It was like something from one of those movies, just a fucking tank with legs basically.

The armor, from what I have been able to tell covers the entire body like some kind of latex with metal in certain places, like a medieval suit of armor. Chain-mail everywhere, with plate-mail in the needed places...only a lot more effective.

But most of them don't bother with the 'Chain-mail' and only used some of the 'plate-mail' on their chests, legs and arms. There is one key thing however, they all wear masks that have tubes attached to a small device on their backs. Possible for air or something, I don't know. The masks are all similar in shape, two 'eye' plates or what could be called 'eye' plates with a long nose piece for a muzzle, like dogs and to triangle pieces on the heads for what look like dog ears. Now you know why I call them Dogs.

That isn't the only reason though, I've witnessed one remove its helmet. A male from what I could tell as they seem to have similar physical structure to humans in the chest area...meaning some have breasts and some don't. I think. Never got close enough to touch.

But it took its helmet off and it looked just like a dog's head, a husky in its shape, or a wolf. I don't know what it was, but it looked angry, two eyes, a black dog nose, a snout and ears. The damn thing growled and snarled just like a dog at a few others in the landing party, even the large Centaur one backed away in fear as the mask-less one growled.

Since then, I wasn't able to sleep well. That face giving me nightmares.

~

The ear phones in the man's ears blared out some rock as he nodded his head up and down to the beat, his eyes glanced left and right as he entered the beginning of a small town, the outskirts where a lot of pawn shops and hotels rested.

It was the same as the houses outside of town, no people, cars everywhere with no drivers, signs of gun fire and burns on the walls, there were also large needle like things protruding from the walls, the tips giving a dark green pulse. The man seemed to keep distance from them as he wandered through the back gate of a hotel and into the alley. There were more signs of fighting in the alley, blood stained the ground and walls and more of those needles pulsed against the walls and ground.

Giving a glance over his shoulder the man moved forward, he kept as much distance as possible from those spike things as he could. Though he appeared very cautious, his left hand slid into his pocket and the music in his eyes was cut off as he moved toward the end of the alley. His right hand slipped to the trigger and base of the shot guns barrel while his back found the wall of a building so he could peek his head around the corner of the building to the open street.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared down the street, slowly his eyes moved to the sky once more before they froze forward, his shoulders stiffed as well as the sound of dirt being crushed came from behind him. His move was that of a trained gun-man, a one eighty spin, his left hand dove behind the small of his back to draw a 45. Single Action Army from the back of his pants, the shot gun also thrown up. This sudden move causing the small stray cat that was behind him to freeze as well, staring with wide eyes to the gun wielding man as he stared back with eyes just as wide.

The man visible slumped his shoulders as his eyes rolled before closing, the visible look of disappointment and dissatisfaction upon his face as he lowered his hands, his left moved to return his hand gun to the back of his pants, his t-shirt being flipped over it as well to keep it hidden. With a sigh and a final 'fuck you' glance to the cat the man turned and peeked out of the alley again, the sight of three armored Dogs scanning the street caused him to immediately jump back and slam his back against the wall.

A glance upward showed a small UFO, not circular but rectangular, a fish like rutter thing at the end, only faced to move up and down rather than side to side. Very different from the large circular thrusters that one would normally expect to see on an alien space craft.

The man had little time to think as he quickly moved back down the alley, not giving the street a second glance as he kept low and as quiet as he could. He slipped over the and around the spikes once more before he finally reached the wooden gate in which he got into the ally. As he did though another human suddenly appeared and immediately raised a gun, a Glock as it were.

This new man had long messy brown hair, an unkempt beard and hardened green eyes. The long haired man panted softly as the fingers around his handgun flexed. The first man raised his shot gun to meet the second, his face showing his surprise and displeasure at this sudden encounter.

The second man was not alone however, a woman behind him raised her own handgun and a black man next to her raised his. Now it was a standoff of one on three...possible six with the three Dogs in the street.

~

This is the world I live in. Hell. People on one side and Dogs on the other.

If there ever was a silver lining, I haven't found it yet.

By the way. My name is Michael, but I prefer to be called Stray. The one that got away.