Boeshane Peninsula. My home in the 51st century.
We lived under the threat of invasion.
They came without warning.
We thought they’d pass over us, like they always did.
But they didn’t. Not that day.
The most horrible creatures you could possibly imagine.
Their howls travelled before them.
My father told me ”Run! Take Gray. Keep him safe!”
My little brother.
I said “No,Dad. Come with us.”
But he responded “No,I’ve got to go get your mother. Run!”
One minute,I was holding his hand. One minute,his hand was in mine.
I don’t know when he let go. I don’t think I noticed,
I thought he was there,just behind me.
I retraced my steps,hoping that I’d see him again.
-Did you find him?
I ran all the way home.
-Jack,what did you find?
I searched for Gray for years. I never found the body.