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It was half-past six As I fastened upI walked to the end of Clare&039;s short drive and looked up and down the street It was deserted No doubt those people ere still capable of functioning rationally were curled up in fear deep inside their ho to happen next

My car&039;s re

I tried the key in the lock and ed to open it manually Once inside I quickly pulled the door shut and started the engine

Nothing

I checked the iht key and even checked that I was in the right car I tried again

Nothing

It was completely dead

I looked back at Clare&039;s house and could see her standing in the shadows of her living rooet out of sight I didn&039;t wait to see if she&039;d understood, I just started to jog back towards the village and then, ulti to reach Siobhan&039;s house without the car Maybe I could find a bike or soe in the light and shadow around me made me freeze I looked up into the turbulent sky directly above me and watched in terrified awe as one of the ih the swirling clouds over eneral direction of Thatcha appeared in its otherwise featureless belly and frorey-silver shuttle crafts As each one of the shuttles dropped down into the ht appeared froines and they raced on ahead of the mother ship

Although the entire fleet was gone in seconds I knew that I couldn&039;t afford to drop , I could always see at least one other alien ship so towards honificance would be

The streets of the village were silent and dead

I had a thousand and one unanswerable questions spinning round my tired mind as I ran and then walked towards h to be out in the open? Where was everyone else? I searched pointlessly for the answers to the most serious questions of all - ere the alien ships here? There was no point in avoiding the obvious - this was a full scale invasion But why? And how had it happened? I didn&039;t get any co held mistrust of the aliens had been well-founded But Clare and I couldn&039;t have been the only ones who&039;d thought this way, could we?

I took a right turn into Hope StreetBloody ironic, I smiled to myself

&039;Hey, you&039; a voice hissed fro for whoever it ho had spoken The back doors of a inconspicuous-looking transit van slowly opened outwards &039;Who&039;s there?&039; I whispered

Fro woed between twenty and twenty-five, she looked exhausted and dishevelled She began to get out of the van I gestured for her to go the other way and climbed in with her

&039;What&039;s your name?&039; she asked quietly

&039;Tom Winter,&039; I replied

&039;I&039;m Bhindi, Bhindi Shah,&039; she croaked, her throat dry

I pulled the door closed behind , Tom?&039; she sobbed She must have known that I couldn&039;t answer her

&039;Don&039;t kno long have you been here?&039;

It was dark and craht I could just about make out a blanket, a pillow, some clothes and the remains of a little food scattered around

&039;I slept here last night,&039; she explained &039;I&039;ve been staying with my aunt and uncle just over the road for the last few days and&039;

&039;And?&039;

&039;And last night Uncle started going ballistic He was shouting and screas around Aunty started to do the saet out&039;

&039;Have you seen the?&039;