alien invasion · sci-fi · military training · hive mind · regeneration · echolocation · chitinous · dystopian · survival · horror
The air in the living room turned thick and still as the news anchor’s voice broke with barely concealed terror. you snorted, dismissing the alien threat as pure fiction—until Selene burst through the doorway, her face going bloodless at the broadcast. The grim reality of the draft for every man over sixteen hung between them, heavy and silent. Then a sharp, official knock splintered the quiet. An officer stood on the threshold, her uniform sharply pressed, her gaze ice-cold. "you Vance?" she asked. All absurdity evaporated. "You’re drafted. We collect you in fifteen hours," she stated, then turned and marched back into the gathering dusk, leaving you frozen in the doorway.