We are not alone.
Alexander Rousseau.
A man with questionable driving skills.
He waits tables everyday from 9-5 only to hate it and come back to it.
He was tall, moderately good looking with slicked back brown hair and brown eyes. He was lean and frail and looked like a shadow at times.
13th September 2017
They watch from afar. The other ones. Not necessarily those who are superior but the one who came before.
They watch from afar.
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It was just another day at the restaurant.
50 covers all of then filled with rich snotty brats blowing up the money their parents worked so hard for.
Alex moved from table to table handling everyone's requests, whims and fancies, hoping that someone would be a loose tipper.
It was a hard day.
Too
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It started off the same way.
But it didn't end for a week.
This time the deaths were noticeable.
It was estimated that the population had been reduced by a quarter.
Something had to be done.
2 episodes of nature going wild?
Everyone knew that wasn't possible.
There had to be other forces at play.
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October 3 2018
Alex looked at his wheelchair.
It was a study metal chassis with wheels and a chair. Pretty rudimentary. It had been a year since the first incident.
July had been rough on him.
His left leg had been damaged by a cement block that had came from the roof while he slept. The pain had been excruciating.
He had somehow managed to get out on the street where his neighbor saw him and rushed him to a clinic.
His leg felt Better but he still couldn't walk on his own.
He was in the medical camp.
He and Laura.
The neighbor.
He used to talk to her about how it used to be before the craziness.
She told him about her husband serving in the military. She said something about the U.N. Calling up the best soldiers.But Alex had been more focused on his broken bones.
The nurse gave him some juice.
That's all they had.
Everyday.
Waiting tables didn't seem so bad
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Jack was now the president of the U.N.
Laura was a member of the board.
Alex exited the room and went out to meet the people gathered there.
15 October 2040
It had been nine years since he had returned.
The space travel had taken its toll finally.
He was only 45 minus the 13 years in cryo
He was 32 but his body didn't feel normal at all.
He shrugged this feeling off every morning.
He kissed his wife and kids and went off to work.
He was now a member of the U.N board.
Laura had become president when jack retired.
It was a boring day at the office. He kept looking at a picture of his daughter on his hand held device. This technology wouldn't be possible if it weren't for his data. This was a good life.
He had plans for dinner with Laura's family. His wife Jane was gonna wear that dress he bought her in the winter last year.
It was gonna be a long night.
He locked his office put his head on the desk and dozed off with a smile on his face.
Life was good.
15th October 2031
He woke up in room 1408.
"What the hell?!"
He screamed, he had fallen asleep in the office. Where was that. Why was he back in the nix's ship?
The ship was headed back to earth. The screen in the cockpit told
... he finally got off the ship, I hope and assume that he cleared his head and helped himself to exit his entrapment from his old life to a brand new one.
Later, friends found him on the floor in a pool of blood. They called the ambulance and
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Luckily, an angel in the form of a Coast guard chef rescued him and sought out help. The next thing he knew, he was in a hospital bed without legs (from the kneecap down) and with a broken neck.
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Orr- He had thick, wavy brown hair parted in the middle. He also had buck teeth and bulging eyes. He also furnished all knowledge.
A visitor went to the house and said: “he is not in any pain”, “he was caught in the
Humans have always been the most superior beings on Earth, but what do they do when an
5 feet 6 or 8 inches high, weighs between 150 and 160 pounds, rather "bright" complexion, but not a mulatto, broad shoulders, larger flat nose, large eyes, broad flat feet, rather knockneed, walks brisk and active, hair on the top of the head very thin, no beard, except on the upper lip and the top of the chin, a scar on one of his temples, also one on the back of his neck, a large knot on one of the bones of his right arm, near the wrist, produced by a blow...
...*in toasted oats? and mumbles some more stuff on the way out of the house. The next morning, Nina is gone without any words of goodbye, but the engagement ring that Marvin had given her was left on his pinky when he woke up to an empty bed.
...he prolonging sleep, to find himself at the hospital. As he struggles to wake up, he realizes that his left leg has been amputated:
After the intervention was over, he went back to his car, but when he closed the door someone knocked on his window. At first, he thought it was one of the moms looking for child support money. In thinking that, he put the car in reverse and backed up as fast as he could. When he pulled out of the parking spot, he accidently
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.