Free Intruders: The Invasion: A Post-Apocalyptic, Alien Invasion Thriller (Book 1) by Tracy Sharp

scratching at the glass as the thing
climbed on top of the Pilot. I looked up. The moon roof was closed, the
reptilian banging at it with the force of hunger behind it. Dents began forming
in the panel.
    Two other reptilians jumped at the truck. One climbed onto
the hood of the car and stared in at me. Its mouth yawned opened in an
unearthly howl and saliva dripped over the rows of jagged teeth. The eyes were
a strange grey, and it snapped its teeth at the windshield, trying to bite
through it.
    I froze, paralyzed, as the thing knocked its head at the
windshield.
    When that didn’t work, it brought one arm back, its scaled
chest lifting with the effort, and smashed its arm down onto the glass.
    Hank barked wildly, then jumped into the passenger seat and
sniffed the keys hanging from the ignition.
    It broke my paralysis and I turned the key. The Pilot
obeyed, starting easily. But there were two reptiles on the roof and one on the
hood, and I didn’t think we’d make it far before one of them burst through. The
moonroof was giving, and the two reptiles now peered in at me through the small
opening, strange grey eyes looking right into mine. Then, sniffing at the ever
widening crack.
    I jammed my foot on the gas pedal, and the reptile on the
hood was thrown off. It scrambled through the air, falling on its haunches.
Jumping up, it ran at the Pilot and jumped easily back on, skittering up the
hood, its claws making little scratching sounds as it climbed toward the
windshield.
    My mind was blank with terror as I kept my foot jammed down
on the gas. Hank barked madly at the moon roof, standing on the passenger seat
with his paws on the back of the seat. His scare tactics weren’t working.
    Neither was my crazy driving.
    These things were not easy to shake.
    “Hang on, Hank!” I slammed the brake, and all three reptiles
slid off the truck.
    Hank was thrown from the seat and banged into the back of
mine.
    I hit the gas and ran over the reptilian that had been on
the hood. One scaled arm thumped on the hood when I turned the wheel and the
Pilot’s tires rolled over it with a loud crunch.
    I laughed madly, looking back at it in the rear view. “You
made the ugliest hood ornament ever, asshole!”
    The other two reptiles skittered over to it. Its head had
been crushed under the truck wheels. They sniffed it, heads tilting this way
and that, then came bounding after me.
    I didn’t think I’d be so lucky again, but I had no choice.
There was no other way to kill them without getting myself and Hank killed.
    Killing us both in a firey truck accident wasn’t ideal, but
preferable to the alternative.
    I slowed, watching as the reptilians bounded up the back of
the Pilot, shuddering as I got a close look at their undersides, which were
covered in scales. I’d never been a fan of snakes, and these things were like
living nightmares.
    “Brace yourself, Hank.” Hank sat on the floor, where he’d
stayed since being thrown from the back seat.
    Fear clutched my belly as I hit the gas.
    The two reptiles slid backwards from the Pilot’s roof and
landed on the road behind me.
    Quickly, I put the Pilot in reverse and stomped the gas,
driving over both of them.
    Their bones snapped and crunched beneath the tires.
    It was music to my ears.
    I drove further backward, then stopped and put the truck in
drive.
    Both reptiles were still alive, trying to crawl toward the
Pilot; their crushed limbs moving uselessly.
    I had to give them points for determination and effort.
    Stomping the gas, the pilot gained momentum and drove over
the remaining two.
    I whooped like a lunatic, cackling as I raced down the road.
    The pilot’s wheels slid and the truck skidded sideways, and
the last thing I was aware of before hitting my head on the steering wheel was
spinning into the field toward the snowy woods which looked as pretty as a Christmas
card.
     
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    I awoke to Hank licking my face and barking. When I opened
my eyes, it was full dark outside,