Clarke drove down the highway, with the stereo blasting inside he interior of the '67 Chevy Impala. He loved this car. An inheritance from his uncle when he passed, and really the only family member who had given Clarke the time of day. They used to go fishing, hunting, and used to do so much things together, but sadly that all stopped when he passed away earlier that year leaving Clarke utterly alone once again in Elderbrook.
He continued bustling down the highway, tapping his hands on the steering wheel. Just a few more minutes and he'd back in Elderbrook, and sitting inside his apartment. He had it all thought out for this weekend. He'd crack open a beer, sit down on the couch, and watch the game. Sure, it wasn't an eventful weekend but there weren't any clients this weekend, and he claimed it would be a "sit down, and get drunk as hell" weekend. Which was the usual when he didn't have to worry about work, or the everyday stress of life. To say he was an alcoholic would be a little far, he just enjoyed his alcohol. He could handle it too, and not be turned into a blubbery mess once he had a few beers in him.
"Oh, now what." He exclaimed as he had to stop the car at a roadblock just outside of town. Great, another inconvenience to get between him and beer time. There were numerous vehicles stopped, and people were yelling out their windows at the police officer who had traffic stalled.
Sighing, Clarke leaned his head back and closed his eyes. It would all be over soon, then he could crack open that beer. That was his highlight. He craved it.
Merely a few moments later, a weird buzzing sound erupted out of nowhere, something came zooming down from the sky and hit the officer right on top of the head, bursting it like a watermelon and spraying the contents of his skull all over the road, and the couple of cars in-front of Clarke. His eyes snapped open, and he looked outside to see the cop lying motionless on the pavement, with brain matter, and bits of skull splashed all over the road and on a few of the cars.
His mind racing with a million thoughts per minute was cut short by the radio cutting over to an emergency broadcast that seemed to be broadcasting from all channels, which he found out by surfing through the channels. Something big must have happened, something bad.
The voice on the radio seemed panicked, and his voice cracked once every few words. "Thi-this just in. Reports of damage, and death have been coming in over the last few minutes. Nothing is certain, but the cause seems to be coming from the sky." The host paused for a few moments to clear his throat.
From the sky? The initial thought that came to Clarke's mind was debris from an asteroid. Seemed like the most likely cause. That seemed to calm him a bit thinking that. Nothing military, no radiation. Just space debris. Shame that cop got hit though.
"Reports have also indicated that the objects are green pods. Nothing concrete is known about these objects just yet, other than they're green, and roughly the size of basketballs. We're assuming they're some sort of space debris. We'll keep you updated as more reports come in, and more information comes to our attention." And with that, the radio cut it's broadcast.
Just as the broadcast finished, more and more of those pod-like objects began falling from the sky all over Elderbrook. Clarke watched from the safetey, and comfort from the car as the pods crashed into buildings, and made small, impact craters in the nearby grass, and fields around him. His heart was beating, and his mind racing. He could feel sweat forming on his brow, and people were already driving off through the roadblock, and over the cops' body mangling it even more.
"Jesus chri--." His sentence was cut off as another pod landed on the hood of the car, and blew the windshield out, coating him in shards of glass.
