My mother, Sarah Jane, was a quiet woman; a recluse even. She kept to herself and barely uttered a single word to anyone other than those she had to. In a small town like Wakestones, where everyone knew everything about everyone, this was uncommon, unnatural even. People were afraid of my mother. I’d see the stares as she’d drop me off at school, feel the grip on my hand tightening as we walked th...

My legs wouldn’t move. Whether due to sheer terror or the unwillingness to move forward, I was unsure but there was not question about it that I couldn’t move an inch. I was going to die here. I knew that from the moment I stepped out of the ship a few hours ago and yet it only has just dawned upon me that this is my end: on a foreign planet, lightyears away from my home, surrounded by alien gore....