When it happened, I was shopping for sandpaper to round the rough edge on the wooden handrail of my porch steps. The alien attack came quickly.
Some tried to leave the massive hardware store but I knew I didn’t want to be alone. We barricaded the doors watched our phones, calling out the news as it came in from different sources.
We were being invaded. They were stealing our world. A week later we attacked their terraformer with bombs made from things in the store. For a moment it stopped belching poison into the air.
But just for a moment.