Deliverance

Detroit had become much more than a crater. A dusty car rolled into the decimated town, discovering the new creatures. Small in stature, yet somehow managing to be as intimidating as a double edged sword. Beige in color, the creatures appeared to be constantly wearing pinstriped cloth, but that was just their skin. The creatures called themselves the Snamuh. Their leader believed that they were meat to be the Earth's dominant species. The leader called their new capital: Frotinbarsk. In their language, meaning Conquest. The humans called it Deliverance. 

The car encountered a small patrol. The group inside was tense, they all played dead. They then watched as a building fell across the street. Deliverance was dying, at least, this sector was. Old streets depicted horrific sights. Shadows of people who once where were burned into the ground. One mowing the lawn, another getting the mail, two smaller ones throwing a ball. It would've been poetic, had it not made one of the riders pass out. But the group saw a street that resembled their target area. The car rolled to a stop in front of an old decrepit stairwell. Their destination was down there.

A muscular woman exited the driver side carefully and gave a signal. They were safe, for now. The two others, a man and a woman, exited the car. The driver went down the stairwell first. Broken door, not a good sign. The room was red. Not from blood, mind you. The room was made exclusively from red materials. Even the record player, playing Frank Sinatra, was red. "All Clear, Pol?", called a voice. "Affirmative, Shel. All clear." Shel came down the stairs slowly anyway. He made a step too forward and nearly fell onto a record. "You gonna be doing that constantly?", came a voice from the stairwell. "As long as it gets on your nerves, Zarr.", retorted Shel. "Ooo, I'm scared. We shoulda left you in Valiance.", said Zarr sarcastically. "Both of you stop before I put an end to this personally, snapped Pol. "Fine!", the two said. Pol walked up to a shadow in the corner. It appeared to be darker than the rest of the corner. She shoved her boot into it, and it woke.

A man in a red suit and sunglasses looked up at the woman currently standing over him. "Has anyone ever told you look like Ella Fitzgerald?", the man said. Pol tensed up and pulled her pistol from its holster. "Whoa whoa whoa! Don't point that thing at me! It was a compliment!", the man said. Shel and Zarr had weapons drawn the second the form had moved, but had relaxed. The two decided defense to be the best option Shel and Zarr were ready in case he tried to run. Pol lowered her pistol slightly. "Gerris? We are from Valiance. You are the last human in Deliverance. We're here to help you." 

The car ride was, needless to say, strange. Pol rode up front, Zarr taking shotgun. Shel sat in the back with Gerris, who said his name was Jerrod. "Ok Jerrod, your door was broken down," Shel paused, "And also on your desk. What happened?" Jerrod was calm and collected as he answered, "Well, I was to be executed for being the last human in Detroit. So one of those goons busted my door down. But I was prepared. I took a pill that practically killed me. My heartbeat was basically nonexistent and my breathing ceased altogether.  They thought I killed myself, so they left. For such "advanced" aliens, they aren't very bright." Pol and Shel were astounded, Zarr was asleep. Pol looked ahead while Shel and Jerrod chatted it up in the back. A sign appeared, "The name Chicago was crossed out and replaced with, VALIANCE, TEN MILES. Pol sighed. She was happy, the target was in safe hands. Zarr tossed in his sleep. The safe, almost comforting lights of Valiance were on the horizon.