By: Melissa Ratliff
The siren had started blasting at 3:27am. Stumbling from their beds, they quickly switched on their datapads to assess the threat. They were prepared for nuclear wars, but not this. They ran to the window, convinced it was some prank. Precious seconds ticked by while they stood slack-jawed as the scene unfolded. It was a full-blown attack. Forget Bigfoot; these hairy beasts were at least 40 feet tall and marched in formation down their dark street, leaving a path of destruction in their wake. Their eyes widened as one approached, ripped off the roof of their house and reached within.