Episode 3.
TAKING A BREATHER
By the time night came I had already managed to find several bottles of water and food at a deli that wasn’t too badly wrecked. No shoes though. I had taken shelter in the remains of St. Anthony’s Church on what used to be Manhattan Ave. I spent some time there re-wrapping my feet with tape.
It was right around then that I first saw them.
I’d learn what everything was over the next few years, but right then, at that point, I had no idea what I was facing. Just that several silver points of light were racing downward from the sky towards various locations.
I held my breath and waited to be killed by the explosions…except there weren’t any. Instead, I heard engines. Soon enough one of those lights flew right over where I was hiding and landed somewhere near where Mc’Caren
Park used to be.
I gathered my bags and started out in that direction. Small fires were beginning to burn just about everywhere. The bigger fires were still in Queens. I assumed it was the gas lines going up. But it wasn’t happening where I was…not yet.
It took a bit of time, but I managed to make my way to where the ship went down. I was right. It had landed in the old baseball fields in the park. It was a thin black ship, completely alien to anything I’d ever seen, and underneath it, an access hatch was opened, and on either side of it, two…aliens?
I couldn’t get a good enough look. But there was one thing I was certain of…there were a lot of tracks leading out from where the hatch was opened…
