How Are You Working Your Plan?

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He crouched in the shadows.

Breath shallow. His heart thumped hard against his ribs.

Dirt smeared across his face.

Eyes wide, scanning the ruins around him.

The sky above was a sickly red, scorched from decades of war.

The buildings — what remained — were crumbling husks.

Skeletons of a lost world. Jagged walls. Broken windows.

Silence.

Except for the slow, heavy footsteps.

The aliens were hunting.

Nine feet tall.

Skin like old leather. Heads like lizards.

Eyes black, unblinking.

They sniffed the air, tongues flicking out, tasting for him.

They were close. Too close.

He pressed tighter against the rubble. Hands trembling.

But he couldn’t move. N

ot yet.

One wrong step and they’d hear him.

One wrong breath and they’d find him.

The ground trembled beneath their weight.