"It all started way back in 1969. We made it to the moon," Mr Tyl says. "Or did we? I was one of the actors in the faked moon landing they had broadcasted to the rest of United States. Of course, it was a secret project no-one could know about, not ever. But, then again, I'm telling this to you as we flee Pinewood Forest forever." "Woah, woah, woah... FOREVER?! What about my family, what about my friends?" I ask, nervous. "Don't worry, don't worry. I have everything under control. As I was saying... It was back in 1969. NASA had just gotten in contact with another species out there. And this species wasn't no...No...No E.T's, or no Klaatus, or Gorts, there was no "Klaatu barada nikto" words, these were aliens beyond human comprehension. These...They were monsters," My jaw dropped as soon as he mentioned aliens. "They had technology centuries beyond our's such as devices that could destroy all of us in a millisecond." I blinked twice, shocked. "Of course, they won't do that, because they are here merely for..." "HEY GET THE HELL OUTTA THE-- MR TYL!" I shout as we crash into someone, or something, in the middle of the road. Mr. Tyl and I go flying out of the car, which, speaking of the car, spins off and explodes.

It has been hours. I feel like I could sit here and die. My nose is bleeding and I have a black-eye. I can't see Mr. Tyl or basically anything within a 1 foot radius. "M-Mister T-Tyl..." I whisper, crawling up a hill, through bushes and sticks. I get up, weak.