This is a little bit of fiction I wrote as a back-story for a post-apocalyptic survival game I'm working on. I'm not a trained writer, and I'm sure it shows, but I'd love some feedback on any aspects you feel fit to comment. Thank you! -Shane
Their ships arrived slowly. Methodically. We knew they were coming. Knew it for years. Those who watched the sky for a living watched with baited breath. We didn't know why they were coming, or what to expect. The world’s militaries readied their arsenals. New rockets were built to take our greetings into space. Debates and conferences were held on how to address them, how to speak to them. What would we have to offer? What could they offer us? We waited, and wondered. When they got to earth, they entered a high orbit. They sent no delegation to meet with our leaders, they broadcast no signal that we could understand. Signals there were, on frequencies seldom used, in algorithms our most powerful computers couldn't decipher.