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403 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 14, 2023
The rustling of leaves was loud. Strong gusts of wind swept over the dense tree canopy, making it go whoosh. When the wind subsided, the rustling quieted down more slowly, uncertainly, as if the trees were unsure of what was happening to them.
An older couple dressed for hiking emerged from the park. “What a beautiful day!” the man said to her. His companion smiled at Cricket.
Another wind gust came, bringing along another whoosh, the cool air going right through Cricket’s thin sweater covered in lint pills. She shivered slightly as she took in a large wooden sign that spelled in carved cursive Serenity Forest: Where Nature Welcomes You! She sighed, feeling despondent.
Cricket quietly slipped away and went to the lab, taking a chrome-encrusted elevator down [...]
“Emma!” Young Terrance burst through the doors ahead of the others.
[...] Salty’s unchangeable Eeyore disposition [...]
Terrance emphatically bobbed his head, setting off an atmospheric event in the cloud of his shaggy coils.
[...] stave off a tornadic argument [...]
Cricket spotted Salty’s stringy dark hair in the crowd next to Kim Creek’s unflattering brush cut and moved closer to them.
Terrance’s face acquired a blank look. He was a nice kid but not the brightest bulb in their lab chandelier [...]
She’d been accosted once or twice by predatory Peralis and opportunistic little Xosas. With her experiences so diverse and not altogether pleasant, she remained ambiguous toward Meeus’ alien prohibition. It sure was safer this way.
“Not my business, not my problem. [...]”
“Oh, hi,” Salty uttered in her usual depressed monotone. “You missed the first four.” Salty’s tone said she didn’t care if Cricket missed all of them, or if Cricket lived or died.
“I don’t know their species. They’re so strange looking - I’ll have bad dreams all week,” Salty gave a weak shudder inside her blue laboratory scrubs.
Salty threw a hateful glance at Kim who must’ve dragged her out here. “Kim says we need to learn who they are. To be prepared.”
"Prepared for what?" Cricket asked the pointless question. Kim always prepared. She lived her life in preparation for the apocalypse. Doomsday was coming, and aliens were the devil of it.
Kim turned her eyes, hard as chips of hazel rock on her equally unyielding face, to Cricket. “Watch,” she said, and her eyes narrowed into malicious slits. “See how they move. Learn how they act.”
Terrance perked up again, eager to talk about the aliens. “The Xosa was the first to arrive - a skinny little bastard, looked shrewd. And that Gaorz!” Terrance roared with laughter, ignoring Salty’s annoyed look.