text: It all happened so fast. It was the evening of the 16th of July 2020. Only two weeks after my 17th birthday. I came home after a date with my girlfriend. I often think about her, I miss her, I hope she is still alive somewhere out there. As I went up the stairs, waving my parents good night, i saw a strange light through the window at the top of the stairs. I was, and still am, a space enthusiast, so I rushed up and took a look. "Ah man, a meteor, and I missed it!". I didn't think much of it, took a shower and went to bed. Later that night, I was woken up by bright lights coming through my room's window. "A meteor shower! Seems like I didn't miss the important part!", I thought. Put on my glasses and pulled back the curtains quickly. Shock. My hole body froze for a moment. I was always good at managing stress, so I got myself together in a matter of seconds. Focused on the strange purple-ish things falling from the sky. "Those are no meteors! I must wake up mom and dad! We need to get to the basement bunker as soon as possible!". As I am a sci-fi geek I immediately thought it were aliens, but it could as well be strange undetected objects. But they surely were weird. They didn't seem to be burning at all. I got mom and dad, told them that we are about to get hit by weird meteors, and we got to the basement. Seconds later Earth started shaking. The basement door got blocked by something, but we had food and water for days. I checked my phone, no signal. We soon realised that there was no electricity either. A few days went by, we were stuck there but were all right. Then suddenly, we heard noises out there, they sounded like steps. Dad told me and mom to hide in the wardrobe, he went up to the door to call for help. He started banging the door, screaming for help. I heard the door being ripped out. I remember his last words. It was a code he taught me when I was a small kid. He would only use the word "fortunate" in a situation where we needed to get out quickly or were in danger. He said: "How fortunate to get help, I was here alone for days, thank yo...". Then someone, or rather something, came down, looked around and left. Mom was crying. We waited out for a few hours and then I went up to check for any signs of what happened. I found dad lying there with a blue dot on his right leg. And a police officer dead in front of him, with a similar mark on his neck. I left the bodies there, improvised a door out of a thin wall that was once a part of our house, and went back down. I told mom what I saw, and held her while she was crying. My theory is that the aliens used the officer's body to lure my dad out, then killed him. I don't have any other information about them. They are deadly, and didn't come in peace. "We will soon run out of food. I am sending this out on a old manually charged radio communication device. If you can hear us, we will go out tomorrow, trying to find other survivors and food. Meet us at the Walmart, Nicksen street 7. My name is...oh shit, shit shit, no, no, no...".