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"“You know, I always imagined aliens looking like the ones in Mars Attacks. You know- scaly little bodies and those weird little ray guns. Tiny little fuckers. Afraid of classical music.” Randy stubs out his cigarette on the side of a building, unaware of his mutilation of a pop-culture reference. If it can even be considered pop-culture, considering the producers and consumers of pop culture are all dead. " It's been a year since the invading species destroyed the majority of human kind, a year since Huxley has known peace. She and her group of wandering nomads have no concept of "home", only of "safe." When news of an uprising reaches them, they are hesitant to join. They've already seen the rebellions squashed, and the participators killed. But there is something different, now. The greatest minds left in the world have devised technology, in part stolen from the invading species, that has the potential to give humans the advantage. Risking everything they've built, setting aside what they know, Huxley and her measly group of 3 set out to reclaim Earth.
Almost a Year
