In rural East America lived a woman called Dream. The blonde woman had a peaceful existence once, not troubled by the problems other countries and regions faced daily. Some of these problems were war, disease, hunger, and death itself. Her life was one of peace and relaxation, considering that she lived in a small town. However, that was a few months ago. Recently, alien invaders had appeared and had launched their attack on the planet.
The large cities fell first. Being hubs of economic, cultural, and social importance, these cities were filled to the brim with people so it was quite obvious that the invaders targeted them first. Humans were quickly outnumbered by the vixens who had appeared in the cities, born from what were once humans. Brother turned on brother, daughter on mother, cousin on niece, and more. The news reported about the fall of these great cities such as New York, Paris, and Moscow and all hope felt lost for the still free humans.
However, what the enemy didn’t realize was that Earth was much larger than it first seemed and the further away one went from the big cities, the harder it became to reach humans to convert. This led to the advance of the vixens slowing down significantly. Sure, they were still advancing but the fast-paced taking over they had originally intended had failed and this allowed the humans to organize themselves and set up a resistance.
Dream was part of one such resistance movement. She helped fighting back against the vixens through sabotage, spying, and the occasional assassination here and there. She knew that these vixens were once humans, but that was the thing… they were humans once but not anymore and if they didn’t have it in them to destroy these vixens, then their furry enemies would ensure the human race was completely wiped out through conversion.
At the moment she was holding up in an abandoned farmhouse with several other resistance members. They had information that a convoy of vixens with supplies for the war effort was going to pass through this region and mainly the road which ran near the farmhouse. Having been outfitted with a sniper rifle, Dream gazed through the scope to keep watch on any and all approaching vehicles.
“So, any sights on them on your end?” Dream asked through her walkie talkie to her fellow resistance member, but also her friend.