Terry kicked the ball straight past Brand.
Brand was looking at the sky. It was changed, it had a yellow glow over it.
“What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we should…” The sound of sirens. Many sirens, all over town. “Maybe we should get home.”
Midway over the city hills the first military helicopters appeared. Fighter planes shortly after. Explosions.
“Damn! It looks like… war?”
“Who would invade America? Who could?”
Bombs fell. Several big explosions around town. The planes and helicopters fell. Some gunshots for a short while.
Silence. An alarm going off in a distance. A scream every once in a while.
There were men walking somewhere further down. They all dressed the same, like if they had uniforms. From their shoulders there was a strange beam going up. They had no heads.
Terry grabbed Brand’s arm.
They jumped behind some bushes. Lay down. The headless men walked by, marching like soldiers, but they saw no weapons.
“Oh, my God… We need to get home.”
Some men were standing up by the clearing where the pushers used to hang out. They looked at the headless men. One of them, a skinny guy, laughed.
“What are these guys?”
“Some disguises! Ha! Where are you going, nerds?
The headless men did not answer… (more)