Have you ever been in a situation asking yourself if this is really going on? My name is Jacob Strikewing. I have always wondered how the family name came around. However I do know Strikewing if broken down into strike and wing it means battle wing or war wing. The family has a long tradition of warriors as well.


    I was in the army for 4 years and fought in the 300 day war with the chinese before being injured and medically discharged. I have been struggling ever since. Now here I am in California on my first true vacation in a very long time and what happens?


    Aliens show up and start abducting people and making demands for resources. 5 hours later more aliens show up and start blowing up the ships of the first group. I could have down what everyone was doing and hide hunker down and be safe but no.


    Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. I saw a few college coeds being taken while I was driving so I just had to intervene. I jump out of my truck grab my pistol and start shooting the invading fucks as fast as i can get a good line of fire. I take all four i see down before they could kill my dumb ass and wow I am thankful.


    Just as I start to realize I am still alive the other guys show up look around see the dead ones and they take all of us with them to space...