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The Split
An unreleased short story from the book:
End of Days: Earth Under Alien Siege
The first sign of the invasion was subtle—just a shimmer in the sky, a flicker of light as though the air itself were trembling. It wasn’t until the earth began to tremble beneath their feet that the people of the small town, nestled in the valley, realized the magnitude of what was happening.
Aliens—silent, invisible, relentless—had descended upon them. No warning, no declaration of intent, just an overwhelming force that shattered the fragile peace of their isolated existence.
For the first few hours, the town was alive with confusion and panic. People poured out into the streets, faces pale, minds frantic as they tried to make sense of the unexplainable. Was this an invasion? A meteor strike? But the truth settled in quickly—this was no accident.
The sky darkened, a force far beyond human comprehension enveloping the town. And then came the voice. Not loud, not booming—but inside their heads, as if their thoughts were no longer their own.
“We have chosen. You are divided. Only the worthy will survive. The rest shall perish.”
The world turned upside down. And as the hours stretched on, the people understood that they were no longer in control of their own fate. The alien forces had begun their strange ritual, selecting who was to be saved and who was to be destroyed. But the choice wasn’t made by any human logic. It wasn’t about who had the most strength, the most intellect, or the most good to offer.
The criteria were hidden—arbitrary, capricious, and cruel. Those deemed unworthy were marked. But no one knew the reason why.
The survivors—those spared by the alien forces—were forced into a brutal, desperate contest for survival. Each day, the aliens’ presence loomed over them. The townspeople were divided into two factions: the chosen and the forsaken. The chosen were tasked with upholding the rules of the alien invaders, maintaining order, while the forsaken were left to rot, struggling in the streets, their every attempt to fight back brutally squashed.
A chilling realization swept through the survivors: if they did not obey, they too would be torn apart. The alien force had made it clear. Rebellion was not an option.
In the early days of the division, the tension was palpable. A low hum of fear and distrust ran through the town like a constant, gnawing presence. People who had once been neighbors, friends, even family, now eyed each other with suspicion. How could they know who was truly worthy? How could they trust anyone anymore? And as the days wore on, even the most rational minds cracked under the strain.
Those who had been chosen for survival lived in luxury, their every whim indulged by the alien invaders, who seemed to find pleasure in this sick display of control. But with every passing day, their victory came at a price. To maintain the favor of the invaders, they were forced to carry out horrifying tasks—keeping the forsaken under control, executing orders that made them question their very humanity.
But the forsaken weren’t done fighting. Their desperation turned to violence as they banded together, taking any opportunity to strike back, to reclaim what they had lost. But the alien forces had made sure they were always outmatched, always in control. Any attempt at rebellion was met with swift, unrelenting force. The forsaken knew this, but they had nothing left to lose.
Sarah had been one of the first to be chosen, a promising young woman who had once believed in the strength of community, of standing together. Now, as she stood in front of the chosen, each of them standing with hollow eyes, her mind twisted with the realization that she had been turned into something unrecognizable, something cruel. She was no longer fighting for survival; she was fighting to keep the others from escaping, from breaking free from the alien reign.
Across the street, John was one of the forsaken. He had seen his wife taken, dragged away by the invaders with no explanation, her fate sealed with a flick of their terrifying hands. His daughter, Emily, had been chosen—spared—by some twisted chance, and now she stood at the head of the chosen faction, working alongside Sarah.
John had once loved Sarah. Once, he would have trusted her with his life. Now, she was an instrument of death, a tool of the invaders, as cold and heartless as the creatures who ruled them all.
“She doesn’t remember you, John,” whispered a voice in his ear, one of the forsaken who had escaped the aliens’ watchful eyes. “She’s one of them now.”
The words didn’t comfort him. They dug into his gut, pulling out everything that had kept him sane up until this moment. He didn’t want to believe it, but every time he looked at Sarah, something inside of him cracked. Something cold stared back at him. She was no longer human.
That night, as the chosen and forsaken began their endless struggle in the streets, the alien invaders observed from above, their gaze ever watchful. They were enjoying the chaos, watching the humans tear each other apart, reveling in the fear and distrust that had taken root.
But even in their twisted game, something began to shift. The desperation of the forsaken, the moral decay of the chosen, had reached a tipping point. They had seen the cruelty of the invaders, and despite their differences, despite the boundaries drawn between them, they began to come together, if only for one last chance at survival.
The alien forces, oblivious to the change brewing beneath their watchful eyes, tightened their grip. But it was too late. As the survivors realized they had been deceived, manipulated, and torn apart by their own fears, they made a choice.
The rebellion came swiftly. The chosen, disillusioned and sickened by their own actions, turned on the invaders. The forsaken, galvanized by their shared suffering, fought alongside them. In those final moments, as the alien forces faltered and the last remnants of humanity rose, it became clear that even the most powerful invaders were not invincible.
But victory came at a price. The world would never be the same. The alien forces had played their game of division, but the survivors had learned that nothing—nothing at all—was worth the price of division.
It was the last stand, the final struggle between humanity and the forces that had torn their world apart. And as the smoke cleared, and the sun—finally—began to rise again, the survivors were left to rebuild, knowing that the true war had only just begun.
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End of Days: Earth Under Alien Siege
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Prepare yourself for a gripping journey into the darkest corners of the unknown with End of Days: Earth Under Alien Siege. In this chilling collection of short stories, humanity faces the terrifying and relentless advance of extraterrestrial forces.
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