Then, ever so slowly, I began to realize that the red trickling through it was not its normal hue. The red color in it was blood, humanblood, and this thing was not full yet. Its normal color was the nearly opalescent shade that rippled throughout the creature, flowing with its movements. An opalescent shade that made it appear jellyfish-like, but other than the color it looked nothing like a jellyfish either.

   For a moment I couldn’t move, I could only stare at one of the monstrosities that the aliens had unleashed upon us. It didn’t appear to have eyes, at least not any that I could make out from here, but it knew where we were. It moved swiftly through the trees, hunting us like dogs on the scent of a rabbit.

   I dimly acknowledged the fact that if the aliens had shown us these things upon first arriving we would have known instantly that they had notcome in peace. We would have known what they had intended all along. We would have been prepared for this betrayal. Whatever they had done to make people freeze had to have been a lengthy process. That had to be the reason they had pretended peace for as long as they are. They just hadn’t known that some of us would survive their silent attack.

   Before this had happened, we had only seen the nicer versions of the aliens, versions that looked very similar to us, and induced trust. They did not have bug eyes, a giant head, and small bodies like so many movies had led us to believe. Instead they were of average height, the tallest one I had seen was only six feet and he appeared to be a rarity. They had light olive to dark complexions, dark eyes, and dark hair. This fact had led many people to believe that whatever galaxy they had come from, their planet was closer to a sun, or suns, than ours was.

   Beside the fact that their coloring was not as varied as ours, there were other differences between them and us. It was rumored that they were physically stronger and faster than us, that they could see and hear better. I had never seen a display of these claims, but there had been a few news reports speculating on it, and claiming to have witnesses before the news had been shut down.

   None of the aliens wore glasses, and it had been bantered about that they could possibly see at night. It was even rumored that they healed more rapidly. I didn’t know if these rumors were true, I had never seen proof of the claims, but I didn’t discount them. I didn’t discount anything about the invaders anymore. For all I knew they could fly and I would no longer be surprised to see them do so.

   I didn’t know what these things were that the aliens had unleashed upon us. Maybe the alien’s creations, or their pets even, but I didn’t believe that they were the aliens themselves. I didn’t for a moment think that the face the aliens had shown us was some kind of disguise. There was no way they could have been hiding this hideous, massive creature beneath their outer skin. It was impossible; these things were far too big to have been kept inside a human sized body. But then, where had these creatures come from? It didn’t seem as if they would be easily leashed and kept under wraps. Not for almost a year anyway.

   I was confused, lost, baffled by the strange twist these awful things represented. But there was no time for deciphering what they were now. Not when one of those things was closing in on us, skittering through the woods as swiftly as a squirrel through a tree. If we didn’t do something, it would be on top of us in a matter of moments.

   The gun was draped over Cade’s shoulder; he would not be able to get to it in time. I don’t know what came over me, what possessed me, but I darted back to him. “Give me the gun.”

   He blinked at me. “What?”

   “The gun Cade, give me the gun,” I insisted impatiently.

   “Bethany…”

   “It’s useless on your back, and we’re going to need it.”

   He did not shrug out of the shotgun strapped to his back, but somehow managed to juggle the plywood as he reached under his shirt and pulled out what I assumed was a revolver. It looked like the ones I had seen on TV anyway. “Do you know how to use that?”

   “I’ll figure it out,” I muttered, turning it in my hand as we jogged along. I didn’t point it anywhere near me, or anyone else. It was the first time I had ever handled a gun, and if the shaking of my hand was any indication, I was not to be trusted with it.

   I felt stronger with the gun in my hand though. Safer, even though I knew that it was only a false sense of security. None of us were safe right now; we probably never would be again. “You shouldn’t have done that!” Bret hissed at Cade.

   I knew that he loved me, but Bret seemed to think that I needed his protection at all times, that I couldn’t take care of myself. Though, I supposed my tendencies toward being a loner, aloof, and incessantly clumsy helped perpetuate his belief. As did the fact that I had never really done anything to change his opinion. It didn’t annoy me all that often, and I hadn’t felt like arguing about it, so I had allowed it to continue. It had been the wrong thing to do, because it was irritating the hell out of me right now.

   “She’ll be fine.”

   “Bethany doesn’t know how to handle a gun, if she hurts herself…”

   “She’ll be fine!” Cade interrupted sharply.

   I slipped the revolver into my waistband and jogged swiftly away from them. That thing was still stalking us, but it was not ready to make its attack yet. I caught up with Abby; she was still carrying the bag of food over her shoulder. Jenna Howe was toting another bag that I could only assume held more food, or perhaps weapons.

   I started in surprise as I caught sight of Jenna. Everything had been so hectic, frantic, and terrifying when we fled the house that I hadn’t noticed Jenna until now. I didn’t know where she had come from, but I suddenly recalled the other voice I had heard calling to us from the woods. This was the most disheveled, and rumpled I had ever seen Jenna look, and yet I was certain that she still looked ten thousand times better than I did right now. Like Abigail, she was slender and delicate, with a fragile air that made me weary of breaking her in my awkwardness. Her skin was as smooth as porcelain, her eyes wide, and a bright emerald green. Her rosebud mouth trembled with the force of her exhales, her pale cheeks were flushed with exertion, and her strawberry colored hair was a disheveled mess around her heart shaped face.

   Though we were the same age, Jenna and I were not friends. We never had been. We did not run in the same circles at school. Jenna was popular, perfect, and wealthy. Even during this time, when wealth was not as important as it had once been, she still flaunted it. She was always immaculately dressed in expensive clothes, her makeup and nails were flawless.

   Jenna and Bret had dated a few years ago, and most people thought that they were the ones that belonged together. Including Jenna. She had never made it a secret that she still wanted him, she had never tried to hide her flirtatious behavior with him, or her animosity toward me. I’d never really known how to react to her; I tended to ignored her, which was easy enough most of the time. However, there were times when she was hard to ignore, and so was her overt behavior. Times, when even I had to acknowledge the fact that she would do anything to get Bret back. I honestly couldn’t understand why he wasn’t with her still, why he had broken up with her in the first place, or why he continued to choose me over her. Jenna was beautiful, graceful, and confident. I was, well I was a quiet, clumsy, mess.

   Sometimes I wondered if Bret might be a little slow.

   “Where are we going?” Jenna asked, the terror evident in her voice. It was probably the first time she had talked to me in three months. I was fine with that fact. I had few friends, I liked it that way. I tried not to think of them now, or the fact that I may never see them again. It would be ok, I told myself. I would survive their loss, I had survived worse before, but I still ached for them. I hoped that if they weren’t frozen they were able to get away, and that if they werefrozen their deaths were as quick and painless as possible. I wished there was some way that I could go to them, some way to help them, but there wasn’t. My family had to come first, maybe later…