3.10.2025

Hostile aliens have trapped us in their shooting range. There’s a group of us but our numbers are dwindling. We make a break for an exit across a wide open space, like a gym floor, and they take out some of our best people. Me and whoever I’m with reach the far wall and there’s a black curtain hanging down like a stage scrim. I wrap us in these for camouflage but I don’t expect it to work. A few of them pass us by on patrol and I’m starting to suspect they're leaving me alone on purpose. What's left of our squad regroups and we agree we have to keep going, the only way out of this is to follow the path and hope there’s a reward in it or that we'll get lucky and kill the jerks killing us. We reach a neutral position. Look and feel of a mid-sized office floor. Cubicles with transparent walls in the upper halves. Up a short set of stairs is a locked door and we can see through a panel attached with alien screws (weird Xs, almost swastika shaped). A mundane scene, sickening. Table with place settings. Rack with human magazines. Like they’re inviting us over for tea.