The invaders: Prequel zine 3

The invasion was swift and efficient. The devastation of the beautiful trees & plants that had made the island such a paradise were gone in an instant. the incredible architecture was largely reduced to rubble in the blink of an eye. so many islanders perished before any of the populace knew what had transpired. tragically, the ones who survived didn't even have time to mourn all that was lost. a few were able to escape initial capture. Most were rounded up in hours. it was only then they were able to see the beings who transformed life on their beautiful planet into 2 distinct categories forever - before and after the invasion.

the islanders had always heard stories of encounters with beings clearly not from this world. they happened all over & often varied widely. now there were here. Staring at the faces of their captors and knowing absolutely nothing about them, they had no idea what their own fate would be. were they to be food? slave labor? taken off planet? They tried not to think the worst but there weren't a whole lot of options. there was nowhere to run & no one knew the extent of the damage to other parts of the island. Lack of information would eventually prove to be their worst enemy, but at least the survivors were together. For now.

the invaders were both shocking yet familiar in their appearance. they had the eyes everyone talks about. large and black. their skin was smooth with flecks of green and tan. It was chameleon like. They could speak. Not with words but the conversation just manifested itself in the mind of the listener. It couldn't even be described as language but it was received and interpreted complete with the knowing it was truth.

the message was clear:

we have taken over your land and your resources. if you want to survive, you will follow our instructions & do exactly as you are told. they all remained silent, staring with their large, black glass eyes. eyes that conveyed no emotion but invoked fear in all those humans around them. The islanders couldn't speak or hear each other but they were all thinking the same thing. what will become of us?