Third person POV

It started off as a flicker of an eyelid but it eventually turned into his beautiful hazel eyes opening quickly with a rush of fear, he was so confused, where am I? What happened? The thoughts came all at once as he searched around the room for any sign of his father, his brothers, Maggie or any sign of life at all. He found nothing.

The only thing he found was a sink with a mirror and chairs on the other side of the room next to a white old, small bench. He was alone. He sat up from the bed that he had been previously lying on for God knows how long, and swung his sore legs over the side. He tried several time to stand up but each time he did he fell back onto the bed. Although he was a little bit sore he felt so incredibly mentally drained, it might have been stress or lack of eating or sleeping but this felt bigger than that.

When he did finally manage to get up he stumbled this way to the mirror that was in the centre of the back wall. There is enough light streaming into the room, so there was no need for the light, to see his pale, tired, pained face. He didn't look well at all, he was so pale that he looked sick and there were dark circles laying under his eyes that gave the illusion that he had not slept in a long time. He wore a pained expression as he brought his shaking hands to rub over his face.

He was thinking over what to do when he heard them, several gunshots coming from outside. Even though it nearly killed him, Hal made his way over to the door, after finding shoes, and walked out into the long white hallway with many doors and things in the way of him. There were big cracks on the floor and some dust and plaster that had come from above.

"Hello?" He shouted out into the empty space. He got no reply so he continued on; as he made his way along he saw signs that the Mass was here, his family. But yet there was still no one here, the cracks on the floor continued although the buildings, it looked a lot like a natural disaster had found its way in here.

Once he made it to the entrance of Charleston, he could hear shouting coming from outside. He struggled his way out to see the whole of the 2nd Mass standing in a group, out in the freezing, wet weather, they all had their guns pointing at something large at the front of the group, all their fingers on the trigger ready to shoot at any second. From where he was standing he couldn't see what it was they were all aiming at but he could hear a voice shouting from the front, Dad!

He pushed his way through the people that he had gotten to know as his family, as he was trying not to make them unfocused some of them gave him strange looks like he was an alien, was it too soon to make a joke like that, he wondered as he neared the front of the group. He could now hear what his father was yelling 'Who are you and what do you want from us?' Maybe Karen and the fish heads were back.

He got to the front and saw what it was, it certainly wasn't Karen or the fish heads or any of the harnessed children or even Skitters or Mechs; it was something brand new altogether. It was a new type of alien.

The shock of what he saw took him minutes to get it through his head, what he was seeing, he just simply stared at them for a minute or two before he realised that his father, Ben, Maggie, Weaver, Pope and Anne were all staring at him with confused eyes. But Hal just stared at the unusual new alien, it gave them a creepy full smile before they walked away leaving their space pod things and a group of dumb founded fighters in its wake.

Hal looked away from where the aliens once stood and made the first move of the whole mass, he walked over to his father, who stared in shock and still held his gun out as if he were about to shoot anyway.

Hal's POV

"Dad. What the hell is going on?" I asked raising my voice so everyone that was near the front could hear.

"Umm…. I guess there are new aliens in town, we just have to make sure that they don't stick around." He said finally coming out of the shock of what just happened. Then he finally looked at me and he pulled my into a very tight hug.

"Dad…I can't…breathe." I gasped out before he finally let go.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so glad that you're okay. When did you wake up?" He asked putting his hands on the sides of my face.

"A little while ago, I'm fine just a little tired and confused." I said taking a deep breath of that cool Charleston air. Then Ben came up and hugged me right out of the blue.

"I'm glad you're okay." He whispered in my ear before letting go and moving back to where Dad was now standing talking to Weaver. Next came Maggie she pulled me close and wrapped her cold hands around my neck, leaning into my chest, as I put my hands around her petite frame she sighed against me then pulled away glancing up at me with concern in her beautiful dark eyes.

"I'm okay, Maggie, really." I soothed her.

She didn't say anything just pulled me back into another hug and help onto me tight like if she let go I would disappear.

I felt so calm standing here with her, like together we could do anything, but in this world these moments always end and it did, that feeling that my mental drain was something bigger came rushing back and all of a sudden my vision went black. Instead of finding comfort in Maggie's arms I then found comfort in the darkness.

A/N: I am fairly new to this, so please go easy on me. Sorry for the spelling and grammar errors. I would like to thank Bluestarshine for being amazingly supportive :) Please, Reviewand ENJOY! :) Have a great day, everyone and thank you for reading my story :) x