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The alien invasion was two months ago. It was officially old news. As a local sheriff, Olivia wasn’t privy to how the US government dealt with it, but they were gone and she was left with clean up. Luckily there were minimal casualties. A few scared old women, a few missing pets. The biggest case right now was five missing persons reports. Four girls and one of the girls' mothers were last seen the 13th of August 2002, the night of the invasion.
The girls had been called in first. Mackenzie’s mother had called when she arrived home from the neighbours house. They were having a sleepover. She had left for ten minutes. She was sobbing. The front door was open and a golf club laid next to a dead alien.
They had sent out search parties for the girls. It was on national and international news. The families did interviews. Apparently Mackenzie was supposed to have a game on Friday. Mary’s parents are going through a messy divorce. Tabitha wants to be an Olympic gymnast. Tampa has asthma. People bonded with these girls. Everyone wanted them home.
Mary’s mother was declared missing a week after the girls. No officers could get a hold of her, neither could family. Many believe that the mother took the girls and ran. A kidnapping. Olivia wasn’t so sure. She organised and reorganised her paperwork. She took a deep breath, said a prayer and reread the papers.
Her phone rang. She answered. She let out a quiet sob. She had failed. Three bodies in the woods. Three middle school girls dead in the woods. Nothing was confirmed but she could feel deep in her chest that the search was over. She grabbed her coat and car keys. Her engine spluttered as she headed to the woods. There was a large group of officers. She flashed her badge and was escorted into the crime scene.
It was bad. Tampa was found first. She was missing her right arm and her nose was bleeding. Her body was folded. At least that was the best way to describe it; like a piece of paper, in half. Eyes open. Scared.
Tabitha was found next. She was sprawled out on the muddy forest floor. She had a small cut on her forehead that seemed to be stapled back together. She had acid burns up her arms. She also had an axe sticking out of her chest. A diagonal cut. The blood was dried. Eyes open. Scared.
Mary was the last to be found. It seemed that every one of her bones was broken as if dropped from a height. There were pieces of… well meat and black fur scattered across the floor. Olivia thought back to the missing report. She guessed they had found the cat as well. Mary’s mother was not there, neither was Mackenzie. She held out hope. At least she tried to.