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Follow Nichole Shain as she tries to find her place in the universe after a series of alien attacks shatters her formerly safe and normal existence. She'll battle real and personal demons while trying to gain the approval of a vicious alien warrior from a far-away planet, proving that she's more than just human. Maybe she'll even find an ounce of the happiness she once felt as a teenager before her world was filled with death and misery. "Strength isn't about how much you can handle before you break, but how much you can handle after you've broken." Volume 1: Phantasm Nichole is a teenager trying to get through her life like anyone else; friends, school, and family - the works. When something mysterious crashes in the Rocky Mountains just outside her hometown of Estes Park, Colorado, the kids of her school decide to investigate despite the military intervention. She soon finds herself a victim in an alien infestation. Trapped aboard a defunct spaceship, she makes an unlikely ally who is just as likely to kill her as he is to help her. Volume 2: Nightmare Years after the incident in her hometown, Nichole has worked her way up to becoming a Federal Agent working with aliens and other supernatural things. She's been working on finding a way to destroy the captured xenomorphs kept in the basement. When things inevitably go awry, she finally contacts Wolf and with her partner, Devon, the three must work together to rid Earth of the xenomorphs once and for all. Volume 3: Insomnia Following the events of Nightmare, Nichole has finally joined Wolf in space to become a hunter like him. Not only must she navigate her new life in an unfamiliar environment, learn an entirely new language, and train her body and mind, but she's also trying to navigate her relationship with this alien that has ruled her life. However, they're soon attacked by a pack of criminals and all of that gets put on hold while Nichole fights for not only her life, but Wolf's life as well.
/Have to get out./
The gaping hole in the man's chest dripped gore to the waiting floor below. I was afraid the creature would come back, but I heard no more of its pitiful squeaks or cat-like hisses. It hadn't looked dangerous, but I knew the thing it turned into would be.
Static and cotton filled my head, blurring my thoughts together. He'd given me advice, told me how to escape, but there was only one thing on my mind. He was DEAD.
His rib-cage had snapped open like brittle twigs.
He was still twitching next to me on the wall. The coppery tint of his blood mixed with the pungent scent of mildew.
My lungs refused to take in oxygen.
/Have to get out./
Unable to focus, my eyes darted unseeing about the room. I drew in ragged breath after ragged breath, always on the cusp of hyperventilating. The danger was ever-present in the back of my mind no matter how panic threatened to drown me—eggs. There were so many of them, and each held a single parasitic organism. Each was ready to latch onto my face, much like the ones obscuring the features of those around me.
Why hadn't I listened?
The lieutenant visiting school to warn us away.
Military trucks driving toward the forest.
Park rangers and hikers going missing hours after the crash.
My friends were all gone.
/My fault./
Why hadn't we listened? This wasn't a game. It wasn't fun. It wasn't ANY of the things we thought it was going to be. Had we really been so delusional to think we'd be able to find and rescue anyone? Yeah, sure, we were going to be "internet famous". Stupid. Stupid, stupid, STUPID.
Now they were dead—/my fault/—and I was going to be soon, as well.
/Have to get out./
I hadn't known anything in life to be more real than the situation I was in. The eggs—real. An alien ship had crash-landed, not any airplane. The monsters that had chased me and my friends through the woods were real.
Those dead men and women, each missing a section of their chest . . .
The egg in front of me . . .
The spindly creature writhing inside . . .
So much I wished for it all to be part of a horrible nightmare. I couldn't deny the facts. My heart threatened to explode. The flaps atop the pulsating ova's crest peeled back. Emaciated limbs mounted the top.
This was it.
This was how I was going to die.
/Fuck./
