My First Check-In

It's been weeks since the invasion, weeks since the skies darkened with the arrival of the alien army. As I sit down to write this, I can't help but feel a sense of surrealism wash over me. The world I once knew has been irrevocably altered, twisted into a nightmare where the creatures that now rule us resemble a grotesque fusion of razorback pigs and majestic elk, clad in armor that gleams with an otherworldly sheen.

Today marked my first mandated check-in with our alien overlords. A procession of enslaved humans, heads bowed in submission, shuffled forward under the watchful gaze of the alien enforcers. The air crackled with tension, the fear palpable as we approached the towering figures that held dominion over our lives.

As I stood before one of these imposing beings, its eyes gleaming with a cold intelligence, I couldn't shake the feeling of being utterly insignificant in its presence. Its grip on power was absolute, its strength unquestionable. Many of us had witnessed firsthand the consequences of defiance those who dared to resist were swiftly met with lethal force.

Every word spoken, and every action taken is weighed against the ever-looming threat of retribution. We are but pawns in a game whose rules are dictated by forces beyond our comprehension.

But amid the despair and the darkness, there flickers a flame of defiance in myself and others. We may be enslaved, but our spirit remains unbroken. In the shadows, whispers of resistance spread like wildfire, kindling hope in the hearts of those who refuse to accept their fate.

As I return to the relative safety of my makeshift shelter in the abandoned office building, I am filled with a sense of grim determination. We may be living in the shadow of alien oppression, but as long as there are those willing to fight for freedom, there remains a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

For as long as there is breath in my body, I will keep posting.

If you are reading this please send help.