Marin's Dale

This is neither invasion nor extermination. The truth is far more disturbing...There were clothes everywhere. Shirts, blouses, underwear, jeans, coats--everything. All discarded in a large swath that extended for probably 300 feet and was as wide as the road itself. Some were stained with the fluid, others still pristine. Tyler stared to the sky above. The scar had returned. But this time, it was not a scar, so much as a single giant orb of red light. Like a giant camera, it flashed succinctly. It was as much a part of the sky as the moon or the sun, or the stars or the planes or birds that had once traced the celestial bounds.As the crimson flash raped the sky and land, the creatures below transformed. Squirming in pools of slime, they went. From gelatinous grey, to hardened gray, with slits and holes ripping through; they peeled and jerked, and the whole time the screaming—the shrill, pained screaming as their bodies destroyed themselves to create themselves. They were becoming human.Ahead, he could see it. The line of mindless bodies snaked to the precipice, the very edge. And then they plunged. One after another, releasing interlaced fingers, the bodies stepped off the edge. They plummeted, again, and again, and again; tumbling, twisting, spinning free and wild; so easy, so gentle. Like snowflakes on a quiet night.When a crimson flash rips through sky high above, few are there to see it. But something has arrived. And beneath those mountain peaks, the city of Marin's Dale will soon find out... Assimilation is just beginning...Warning: sexuality, profanity, and alien horror violence