It was happening. They were coming for the civilians. Women and children were the main target, and the Zanadarians were coming to slaughter them all.

Ezlyn Caelum hid in the emergency cellar. It was damp and smelled of mothballs, but she didn't care. Just as long as her daughter was safe.

The five year-old pulled at her pant leg.

"Mommy," she said. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, sweetie. It will all be over soon," she replied, saying it to concert herself just as much as the child.

The door broke and came crashing down with a thud. They were here.