SURVIVE FROM THE ALIEN ATTACK

ll the upheavals of this morning, the phone survived. The time was displayed on the screen of the mobile phone: ten hours twenty-eight minutes. I did not pinpoint the exact time of t

e, much more time has

e regional center, the mobile phone caught well, despite all the shocks. The only thing that scared me was the low battery level of the phone, less than forty percent. Actually, I regularly put my mobile phone on charge every evening, but today I didn't spend the n

meter walk. A two-room apartment, I lived in one room, Zhenya Oparev, my colleague, lived in the next room. We paid the apartment equally for two.

ite the rather strained relationship, Lenka and I occasionally talked on the phone. When was the last time we met in person? It seems like the previous New Year, a year and a half ago

unfamiliar colleagues of Lenka's husband or sister's girlfriends with their gentlemen. Those who gathered talked on topics that were understandable only to them, everyone turned out to be noticeably older than me in

l, as if she was already holding the phone in her

Thank God you're ali

f burning cars, a lot of corpses

t on all channels. My husband just called from the milit

ricans? There'

ame time, a lot of people died! So don't stick your head out, stay at home, do

th. Well, what a fool! His brother almost died and now lies on the pavement, escaping

n the country. I reactivated the blacked-out phone screen and opened the Internet. News sites loaded very slowly. When the pages did load, what they saw frankly frigh

alaysia, about the fall of civilian aircraft in Germany and Austria. I also found reports of an air attack in Los Angeles, Detroit, New Jersey. About the alarmed American Air Force and fierce battles in the sky over America. I also immediately drew attention to the message about the failure o

ople? Where are the speeches of high army officials with brave speeches that the enemy will be defeated? Mor

pages didn't load. And then I got an SMS message that the money in the account had run out. Once again, I swore quietly. After all, I regretted the money for unlimited Internet ...

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The tongue was completely numb, and felt dry and rough to the touch. The minibus, under which I was hiding, definitely did not burn anymore and, on the contrary, gradually cooled down. I looke

e. He only rose higher and now hovered motionless near a high-rise hotel on the banks of the Klyazma River. Against the background of a thirty-story building, it was finally possible to examine the alien ship in all i

battery power and turned off. But even this single signal of a mobile phone made me shudder and roll back under the bottom. You need to turn your phone back on! Firmly squeezing the device with both hands and leaning on it with

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o endure it. The head did not want to think about anything but the proximity of the river and the saving moisture. It seemed to me that

and, rapidly picking up speed, walk along the avenue from the railway bridge to the very end of the city to the turn to n

uld be heard. I tried to understand the new logic of the hunter's behavior, but I couldn't. The flying ship then went away from the prospect for ten whole minutes, then only for a couple of minutes. And invariably returned to the main street, hovering motionless

ver. It was twenty-two hours eleven minutes when I crawled out from under the burned-out minibus, straightened up and looked around at the former minibus. It was completely burned out, the front part was actually missing. In the darkened s

m the cars, where a jeep and a passenger car that was burnt beyond recognition fell on top of an ambulance that had been knock

ity bus that had fallen off the bridge and was now sticking upright in a shallow river. The front of the long bus was in the water, while the back was caught on the reinforcement

could suddenly appear unexpectedly. But there was nothing to do, thirst forced to take risks. Cautiously descending to the bank of the river along an inclined reinforced concrete slab, I found myself near the water.