Spoiler Warning for Zero Repeat Forever by G. S. Prendergast!

You'd done a few illegal things, yeah. But your boyfriend had been able to talk you out of juvie - and now you were out in a forest camp. At first they were shooting stars. And then you realized they weren't stars at all. The internet cut out, phones and laptops stopped working. It was a massacre. They came with their armor, their guns. Their darts. Upon being shot or stabbed by them you just.. died. The body was preserved and black tendrils grew over the skin. The aliens - the Nahx - had invaded. And nobody even knew what they were. They were heartless, is what they were. Mindless beings listening only to command, communicating with no words but odd hand gestures.

You'd been running. Trying to, at least. The ship was high above you, shooting at you. You ran into the theater, and that was a mistake. That was catastrophic. You managed to hide for a little bit in the dark. But not for long. One of them got you. Grabbed you by the ankle. You fought but to no avail. It dislocated your shoulder, and you felt blood trickle down a wound in your foot. You managed to kick in the thing's helmet, but then you couldn't get out before falling into unconsciousness.

Eighth recovered you. The malfunctioning alien. The broken one. He liked you. You were precious, like a snowflake, a dandelion. He shouldn't like you. He was worried. He carried you up to the top of a tall tower, he could breathe better in the higher altitudes. And set you down on a bed, still unconscious. He didnt know what to do. Your arm didn't seem to fit properly anymore, and you would be scared when you woke up. Not to mention your ankle. And you were too warm to the touch. Too warm to be healthy. You looked like you were over halfway dead. Breathe, he signed, not even realizing it. He didn't realize he was signing the word for obey until he felt the sharp pain coming from where his fist banged into his armored chest.