The zombie apocalypse has come and gone. Humanity has survived and prospered, but with the virus inside every single human. Centuries into the future, we are at war with an alien race, and they are ho

"We've been planning on this war for years. We know everything about those bastard humans. It's time we finally take it over." The commander alien screams as the ships descended on the ground. Their first target was obvious. They talked so much about us destroying New York, so they're going to attack it first.

The commander, better known as Grink. Hopped out of the ship and landed in Central Park. Expecting fear, they kind of look exhausted. Annoyed? Why would they be annoyed? His presence is annoying? "You guys aren't even slightly afraid of me?" His anger flared up and shot a husband with his wife and kids. This should get them going. Seeing one of their beloved humans executed would scare them! However, after clearly being dead for a minute or two, he resurrected.

"I don't even see-" The husband was cut off, being shot at again. Collapsing on the ground again. Around the same time, he came back to life. "You can't kill us. I mean you can. But it's pretty hard. The worse you can do is destroy our cities, but that's nothing new." The husband sighed.

Grink blinks once, then twice. Before feeling a small bite on his leg from a child. He kicked it away and clicks his watch, teleporting to the ship. Not noticing the black lines slowly crawling up his skin, "L..let's go. No point in attacking anymore."