Lights were becoming visible on the horizon in what seemed like thousands of menacing oscillating red orbs. Within an instant a few of these glowing red black triangular craft appeared directly overhead. Their size was intimidating in sheer mass dwarfing our most advanced fighter planes. They were dark as coal emitting waves of evil that washed over anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby. Penetrating the emotional centers of the brain, these waves infused the victim with anguish, an all-encompassing fear.
Reports were already being received of a massive army that was advancing on all the world's capitals. Capitulation was imminent given the scale of the invasion. Already the Earth's forces were being obliterated with very little effort expended by this merciless enemy. From my vantage point many fires were burning off in the distance emitting huge plumes of thick black smoke many hundreds of miles from our fields that reached out across the horizon in a great carpet of green. It wasn't hard to visualize the terror that must have been ripping through cities deemed to populous.
Today, my satellite cable connection went blank. Only a fuzzy black & white peppered screen emphasized my isolation. The governments "Emergency Broadcast System" went off the air shortly after all communication ceased; mobile phone, cable, radio, and Internet. In a tribute to the net's robustness it was the last form of information transference that dropped off about an hour after dusk - sputtering to link to a few remaining Webpages until losing even these most active pages - then the ISP dropped.
Resting on the couch downstairs with my shotgun lying next to my restless body in a completely dark house without electricity we waited for this unknown enemy to advance towards the country. That night my neighbors who'd gathered in my house with weapons in hand had resigned themselves (prodded by my insistence) to the need for an orderly retreat into the fields thick and high with corn stalks.
Only using our weapons for hunting we were not disposed from our beliefs to commit acts of violence. But given the apparently quick capitulation of the world's military forces we felt that breaking this solemn covenant in order to protect our families would become a necessity but at this moment a direct defensive action given the enemies firepower would only insure our mutual suicide. We felt that we must seek refuge in some even more isolated expanse than our Iowa fields that would most surely be vaporized by the enemy to further weaken the refuge stragglers through starvation.
Our refuge must be high enough to spy any advancing ground force, and sufficiently remote to draw little attention from a preoccupied enemy attempting to enforce their rule over the remaining global population. If we'd managed to survive the invasion and build up some form of subsistence refuge in the western mountains we'd be excellently situated to conduct guerrilla raids on enemy encampments; a war of attrition was our only chance to save those who remained. Granted this would mean throwing out our non-violent stance but with all the tables turned against humanity this change was necessary - no it was essential. Adapting to our dire situation must take precedence over our beliefs that would threaten our survival as a species.
Right now it was imperative on this solemn morning follow what would later be known as the "Day of Passing" to gather up what provisions we could easily carry and stealthily make our way towards the Colorado Rockies or the Grand Teton Range in Wyoming.
After a heated debate we decided that it might be more advisable to head towards the Tetons because the Rocky Mountains weren't directly accessible from our easterly locale but only through Denver - a city most certainly in ruins. No, we mustn't come in contact with any major population centers for they'd be crawling with enemy soldiers in what was left of the city; probably also into its periphery.
So with mothers holding children's hands and the adult males encircling our precious families we began our advance at night under cover of our fields - heading west. Fully understanding that our transverse through these many fields must be swift for it was only a matter of time before they'd come to burn them to the ground; us included if we hadn't yet made it across the state, so we moved at a breakneck pace.
Cutting the barbed wire of other folks land seemed wrong but as we progressed on our journey our numbers increased with every stop we made at farm homes to check for survivors. Always watchful for wild dogs who were no longer man's best friends but wild pack animals intent upon their own plan for survival we constantly scanned, listened, and watched for erratic movement in the fields.
So began our first attempts at survival.