Your name is Newt because no one calls you Rebecca ‘cept your brother. You are nine years old. Nine years and three months to be exact. You never let anyone slide on those extra months because somehow grownups have forgotten that those extra months can make a world of difference as concerns your playground pecking order position. Silly grownups. What do they know. Next week you will be entering the mining colony school spelling bee. You have been practicing every single day with mom and dad because you want to win worse than anything ever! You ignore the kids who call you teacher’s pet. You’ll show them! You’re not gonna’ be a miner; you’re gonna be a veterinarian and have so many animals. Outside in the beautiful lawn that you will have (not on this planet, of course) there will be horses and ponies and puppies and… Catastrophic Interruption of Reality These are everywhere: ~ All the grownups are super scared and you have no idea where your dad is. They took him away. ~ There are only two grown ups left, plus you and Billy Kowalski. ~ It’s just you left. You don’t really remember the details of each of the times someone disappears, you just remember the huge monster and screaming, and then… running. You survive until soldiers come. How?
I would probably die, because right now my mind is full of blankness. My answer would be to hide somewhere in a cave or a hole in the ground and just not poke my little head out until someone came to save me, except surely I wouldn't be the only person to think of that, so if it worked, I wouldn't be the only one who survived. Meaning that either a. my plan wouldn't work or b. there are other survivors, I just don't know about them. I'm leaning towards a.
I rely on th fact that I am AWESOME. I walk into the heart of the queen's lair (aliens are pack animals and will respect a person with authority). I walk up to her and punch her square on the nose. This asserts my dominance. The aliens do what I say now; who needs soldiers?
I hijack the nearest car and make a beeline for the nearest army base. Once there and discovering it empty, I help myself to all of the guns and ammo I can find and can figure out how to use. Then, me and my trusty hammer (remembers he is not playing Red Faction) Then, my guns and I go and hole up in the most out of the way house we can find and stay there, embracing each other in our fear. Oh, crap. Billy.
Same solution there as to zombies...you don't have to outrun Alien...just everyone else you are running with
I would challenge them to a spelling bee contest. I mean I studies hard for it! Not going to let some stupid Aliens mess it up now. So if I win I get to live and if I lose well they can kill me.
In the real world, they would have gotten that little brat quick-like and incubated her like all the rest.
They'd turn you into a massive beardy bloke who sits on clouds in his dressing gown all day? I'm sorry.
Why did I suddenly hear The Sugarcubes' Deus Does Not Exist in my head? ...with his marzipan fingers and marble hands... *cough cough, clears throat* We now return you to your regularly scheduled thread.
