This is part seven of a series of images followed by stories that follow Warren, a human. and Alice, a Tordenchi. As they both survive during the Rynar's invasion of earth.

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Story idea base on a universe created by  hetzer

The artwork was done by the indomitable  jadan

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My grip on the textured grenade stiffened as I froze still. The thing's nose was twitching as its eyes bulged slightly. It was a look of abject horror, with its hand tightly holding onto the metal beam in its leg, attempting to dislodge it. I couldn't have hoped for a better outcome. Yet I found myself... hesitating? I should have been dead the moment it grabbed me, not to mention how it just stared at me through the building even after I stabbed it. Yet here I was, now in a position to possibly finish the monster off for good... yet my throwing arm remained reluctant...

Then the ground shook... Then again, and again... It felt like tiny earthquakes followed by a crunch of concrete. Yet as much as I wanted to look behind me, I still was paralyzed in fear. My body wasn't responding while I tried forcing myself to look around. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a small car side-mirror. What I saw made my skin crawl... A bloody orangish tail, a lizard tail. Jesus Christ, that thing wasn't dead?! I dropped a fucking building on it!

The adrenaline rush was a full shock to my system. Practically forcing me from the car, I tripped on rubble. But as I scrambled to get back up and turn around. A dark shadow loomed over me. I felt my lungs convulse as I barely yelled out. In a blind panic, I tried to dart forwards, only to slam my stomach into an oncoming finger. Once again, the ground from under me was torn away in a stomach sickening speed, like an untested illegal carnival ride. But something tells me the owner of this ride isn't some hillbilly from the next town over.

The last I saw of the mouse was it fumbling back. The bloody pipe now in its hand as it cried out in muffled pain. With a single digit, the lizard whipped my vision down. I half expected to be tossed into the thing's mouth without a word. Serves me right for not killing the mouse when I had the chance. It must have led the lizard to me. I oddly preferred the mouse's method rather than this. My vision flashed from the armored legs up to the massive body of the beast. They say when someone is going to die, their mind goes in such a frenzy, that time seems to slow down... Now I know without a shadow of a doubt, that is horse shit.