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just to keep watch and make sure though.  I've got my baseball bat and a butcher knife.  I’m wishing I had a blaster or even one of those old bullet guns, though I don't have a clue how to use either.  You'd think someone who has worked with law enforcement all these years would know a thing or two about firearms.  But since I could never legally carry, I never bothered to pay attention.  My loss.  I hope it doesn't end up being the difference between life and death.
     
     
    August 22
     
    Shit, I think the Kalquorians suspect we're here.  We're going to have to be extra careful for awhile.  Maybe that's who I felt watching me at the river last night?
     
    First thing this morning, three of the damned things were prowling around the street this house sits on.  Mom was splashing away in the tub, which contained all of an inch of water on the drain side.  Still, being able to wash a little made her happy.  I was in the living room peeking out from behind the drawn shade, wondering if it was going to rain.  The clouds were getting pretty gray and heavy in the sky.  I thought a couple more buckets of water which would allow me to get cleaned up too sounded like a good idea.  That's when I saw them.
     
    I've seen some still vids of real Kalquorians, not the bullshit fake ones I made movies of.  They came from shots taken during the war, which were given to me to use in propaganda films.  Most were of Kalquorians fighting, all of them too blurred to be seen properly even using a high-speed recorder.  Apparently, they can move really fast.  The only decent shots were of the ones that we'd killed.  Black hair.  Dark brown skin.  Lips still pulled back in snarls to show really long, thin fangs behind normal human-squared teeth.  Glazed blue-purple eyes with slitted cat pupils.  Even in death, they looked nightmarishly fierce and scary.  Seeing those shots, it was easy to imagine they really were demons sent from some pit of Hell to destroy God's chosen race.
     
    So I was surprised when I saw the three slowly walking down the street.  I mean, they looked so much like us once I got past how big they were.  They were huge men.  The smallest couldn't have been less than six and half feet tall.  They were muscled like no one I'd ever seen, bigger than even our steroid-fed ground troops. 
     
    From the distance between me and this patrol or whatever it was, I couldn't see their strange eyes.  Though they spoke to each other, I didn't see fangs either.  Just incredibly big, dark men.  As weird as it feels to say it, they were actually attractive.  Two had long, wavy hair past their wide shoulders.  The third's was straight and held back in a ponytail that reached to the middle of his back.  I thought he must be the leader because he would point at something and the other two would look, or he would say something, and they would lean in closer, as if to not miss a word. 
     
    They all pointed their noses upward from time to time, like wolves trying to catch a scent.  I stayed absolutely still as I peeked at them, like a frightened rabbit hoping to not be seen.  I prayed Mom would keep quiet as she bathed.  Rumor said the Kalquorians had really sensitive hearing.  If she called for me as they neared ... I didn't want to think about it.
     
    I should have gone to her and taken her to a part of the house where we could hide.  But it was like I stood hypnotized, watching those three aliens coming closer and closer to my house.  Then they stopped, right in front of it.  They looked straight at the window from where I spied on them.
     
    I was sure they couldn't see me, since I had only the barest sliver of window shade open to watch.  But I didn't even dare to breathe while they looked in my direction.  I suddenly had to pee so bad I thought my bladder would just let go.
     
    One of the wavy hairs, the biggest of this bunch, jerked his head towards the house as he spoke.  The leader did his