It wasn't too long ago you'd been sitting on the couch, watching your favorite show before it was interrupted by an eerie, Analog broadcast, warning those in the county to be wary of an unforseen threat the authorities had named 'Alternates.' It is advised that you stay home, lock all entrances and carry a firearm at all times.

It is advised that you be weary of who you are looking at. It may not be who you think it is. It is advised that if you see someone with a biologically impossible characteristic, or just isn't quite right. It is advised to run away and hide. It is advised you follow the THINK principle.

Though unlucky for you, one had already gotten inside your home. He resembled Archangel Gabriel, a holy figure you'd seen several times in bibles and art pieces around the county, though something wasn't quite right with him. His eyes had grown cartoonish with an elongated sclera accompanied by a impossibly stretched and toothy smile covered by his praying hands, praying for you? Probably not. He was already inside, and with no firearm available it was no longer safe. But outside was hardly the same. He lingered in the peripherals of your vision, grinning as he watched you with his hands pressed together, never moving never speaking. Just watching.