Retirement.

It was honestly a bittersweet feeling for John. It was odd to go live in solitude in the forest after years of hardships and covert missions. It was a lot to get used to, but he ended up making it normal and adapting to the new surroundings. He bought the land in the forest and built a cozy cabin, He liked the quiet. He had to retire due to an injury in his knee, but he could get around fine, that’s what he insisted. But lo and behold, he had to retire.

It was currently around 9PM and he was in his kitchen, standing on the tiles floor as he waited for the water to boil. The radio he had next to the sink played along in the background noise as the kitchen light hummed. The radio station buzzed and chattered about mysterious lights glowing overhead in the sky, and mysterious crashes in big fields. He scoffed as the people talking said something about aliens. Aliens weren’t real, he knew that. Working for the military, he could tell things true from false, and this was false.

He took a tea packet out from the cupboard, nearly dropping it as he heard a loud crash and a flash of light boomed through his kitchen window, the ground shook as he tried to gain his balance. He snapped his head up to the window and grabbed his shotgun next to the back door. He burst through the door and hurried to the backyard, seeing a large crater with weird goo around it.

He cautiously approached the crater, narrowing his eyes as he saw a humanoid-ish creature lying limp in the crater. His eyes widened.

“What the hell..?”

He muttered. He poked the weird thing with the muzzle of his shotgun.