Lizbeth was out on her ritual nightly run through the woods. Suddenly a bright light shot through the air and crashed about a mile ahead of her. She ducked down, her arms covering her head for safety. She peaked up as the dust settled and blinked curiously. Was that some sort of shooting star? Curiosity drove her forward, taking slow precise and nervous steps forward until she came to a rather large crater site.

"What the hell...?"