He fired twice, watched a tall alien fall, and then ran back into the woods with beams of return fire crisscrossing behind him. They had taken the town and had vehicles sweeping down the highway, but they hadn’t ventured into the wooded areas yet. Scared, maybe? Don’t mind buildings, but afraid of forests? What does their homeworld look like?
One of their landing boats had come down on top of his house on the very first day. Crushed it flat, with the wife and both kids inside. Dumb luck. He’d killed eight of them, guerilla-style, since.
That put him ahead.