I was six the day the world ended.
We hadn't known or understood what was happening at first, it had been chaos for months afterwards.
It had all started with a fishing trip. My dad's unit had talked and decided that the nine of them who had sons were all going to take a father son weekend and go down to the Niangua and fish. The problem had been that my brother hadn't wanted to go fishing with him at all, he wanted to stay home and play minecraft with our neighbor. He'd just gotten the game and even though it was old news to most people, it was new to him and the neighbors older brother had been a huge minecraft nerd for a decade and was passing on his wisdom to his little brother and my older brother.
I had wanted to go, desperately. Fishing sounded like it would be the most amazing time to me, especially with all of my dad's military buddies and their kids. That was what I remembered most about the day before we left, my dad's face when he made that video call on facebook to the group. He'd looked so sick and upset when he'd told the others that Luke didn't want to go, but I did.
The relieved grin that crossed his face when they'd all quickly and happily agreed had confused me so much. Why would he be relieved? I didn't understand it back then, why they might not want a younger girl to come along to their all older boys weekend.
Oblivious, I happily packed as my daddy told me what I would need, him even more excited than I was. My dad and I had always gotten along more than him and Luke had.
It was on the last morning of the trip that it had all started. The dark shapes in the sky, the confusion. The power going out, the radios, internet and everything going down. I hadn't understood it all, I didn't know why the dads were all so worried and freaking out. Two of the men had driven into Bennet Springs to see what was happening, but they'd come back before they'd been gone half an hour.
I never knew what was said among the adults, just that they packed up all of us kids and went further up the river in the two four wheel drives, then south towards the mountains, pushing into the woods and the foothills to a run down cabin. It was small and crowded, but I didn't care at all, it was a fun adventure and I was having a blast.
It wasn't until two days later when I'd gone outside and saw my daddy crying that I'd known something was wrong.
I was the youngest there, and no one really told me anything at all. What I did learn, I gleaned from listening. I grew up learning to be quiet and listen carefully if I wanted to know anything at all.
The invaders had come from the sky, aliens the fathers called them. Thousands of ships, hundreds of thousands of cities and towns, all sprayed. They'd wiped humankind out like some sort of pest, fumigating. Next came what the fathers had called terraforming. Ships that slid over the landscape and 'scanned' buildings and roads and anything man made. Whatever it scanned became unmade and gone. All that was left was dirt.
Soon after that was all done, they dropped in what the fathers called 'settlers'. Aliens who were taking possession of earth.
They were small, as small as I was even, but their technology was advanced.
By the time I was twelve, I knew how to hunt, both animals and Fowakeen, though I wasn't strong enough for either. They didn't stray from their major hubs, realizing quickly that the 'humans' had been spread out and lived places besides the cities. Their ships had missed some of us. They had missed some of us and we were pissed.
They stayed in their larger hubs and the humans stayed in small communities out in the woods and in rural farm towns that had been overlooked. My fathers unit had spread out, going one and two at a time to the other communities to teach those who were left how to fight and how to use guns and bows and other weapons. 'The fathers', as us kids had dubbed them, split up. My father was still with his best friend, Dunleavey, at the cabin. I stayed with him, along with Dunleavey's son, Hayden who was three years older than I was and a complete shit.
Years passed and I taught myself everything I could, becoming a healer of sorts. I gathered what I needed in the woods and near the river and people came to me when they needed remedies or other things.
When I turned 17, we moved into a small community, no longer able to stay so spread out. The Fowakeen had called to their home planet and told them there were still humans left who were fighting back. They'd sent soldiers to come and hunt us. We grouped into larger more defensible areas, but not so large that we drew attention. We still stayed quiet and low.
By the time I was 20, things had changed. It wasn't small hunting parties and little raids, it was a war for survival. The humans who were left were migrating to the Ozark mountains, all of us together in little pockets here and there. Far enough that there weren't too many in one spot, but close enough that we could answer a call for aid if someone needed help.
None of us knew if there were more humans out there in the resistance, we only knew those of us on the mountain.
I was known all over the mountain, though most couldn't pick me out of a crowd. My name was known, and what I did was known. My father kept me close and he was my liason, as he called himself. A community needed more anti-inflammatory, he told me, I made some, gave it to him and he got it to them. He always kept me away from most people and he always told me it was for my own good. He was starting not to trust people anymore. They seemed to fight among themselves almost as much as they did with the aliens.
It was late fall, cool weather starting when Dunleavey hurried into what daddy called my mad scientists lab, his face haggard and distraught.
"Shiloh," he began softly, his head shaking slightly. "Grab what you can, we have to go now. We can come back for what you need later, come on."
"Where's Daddy?" I asked, looking behind him into the front of what used to be a small mom and pop restaurant.
He looked down and away, his face full of pain. "C'mon, we need to hurry. There's a force right behind me. He made me promise to come get you out of their path."
"But he's alright?" I asked, terrified as I grabbed my 'go' bag and hurried out to the retrofitted ATV. "Dun?!?"
"We have to stay quiet," he told me softly, motioning to Hayden who hopped up in the back of the ATV and stood with a huge gun propped over the rollbar. The ATV moved soundlessly through the trees.
"Where is he?" I asked, looking behind us. "How far back? We can circle around and go back for him, if he..."
"He's dead," Hayden snarled in a loud whisper. "Saw it myself. Took a load straight to the throat, it almost took his head completely off."
"Hay!" Dunleavey cried angrily.
"What? Stop coddling her, she's part of this shit just like us! Quit treating her like a fucking princess."
I turned away, stunned.
"We're going to Miners," Dunleavey told me gently. "You remember Jake? He's there, him and Junior. He's running that group. I'm going to leave you with him, he's furthest from the line, then Hay and I are heading down to the Manor."
"Miners..." I repeated numbly, then tried to actually pull it up in my mind. "That's the cave that used to be storage?"
"Yeah, that's where most the women and children are staying, along with some of the soldiers there to protect them. It's the safest place."
"She should've been there all along!" Hayden growled, his eyes on the woods as we sped through. "If Joe hadn't been holding on to that place for so long just for her, this wouldn't have happened!"
"Shut up Hayden!" Dunleavey yelled angrily. "Just shut up! We all get it, you don't like her. Finn had a crush on her and you had a crush on Finn and he was a shit to you about it! None of that is her fault! She didn't even look twice at him! It's not her fault he treated you like shit! Stop giving her..."
