The Realm

Chapter one

Three days. Three days I've been stuck in this hellhole. Three days ago these... things invaded. It's like they're straight out of a horror film, Tall, midnight black, emaciated, and they have these glowing white eyes and jagged smiles. They are like nothing I've ever seen before. They killed my mother and father. And I've been hiding down in my basement for three. Long. days. I'm running out of food and water, not that I had much to begin with anyway. I'm dehydrated from rationing my water, and extremely hungry from the small amount of food I brought down here. However, I'm not alone down here, I have my cat Alex. He's an orange tabby, there's not a spec of white on him. He's a nice orange color with what I like to call tiger stripes on his body. He has the greenest eyes out of any cat I've ever seen and is insanely smart for a cat. Sometimes I think he's a human trapped in a cat's body.

Although it's great to have company down here, it's also a problem. I've had to feed him some of my food and water, causing our supply to drop fast. Not to mention the smell, oh god. But to change the subject to something more positive, my bike is out front, I could use it to get away and search for others. I had been pondering the idea for a while now, no way to tell how long though, the only indication of time I have down here is the tiny window on the wall that shows the sky outside. I turned my head to look at Alex, who was laying with his head on his paws, eyes open and looking at me.

"Alex, we need somewhere else to call home. This basement is too dark and it is a perfect way for one of those creatures to kill us". Alex got up and yawned while stretching, then jumped off his perch and walked over to me, rubbing his body on my legs. I smiled at him, he was the only thing keeping me sane at the moment, I bent down and pet him. His fur was still so soft. I picked him up and held him in my arms and walked over to the spot where my backpack lay. I set him down next to it and grabbed the backpack, going around the basement and stuffing things inside it that I would need.

Alex watched me closely, observing what I was putting in there, like I said, a very smart cat. Once done with my packing, I threw the backpack over my shoulder and walked to Alex. He looked up at me with what I could only guess as excitement. I picked him up and held him up with one am, his paws on my shoulders and his head facing behind me. I unlocked and opened the basement door, the light from the rest of the house blinding me temporarily. After my eyes adjusted, I walked up the stairs and looked at the house from my now old life. It was heartbreaking and horrifying.

Furniture flipped over, claw marks on the walls, feathers everywhere from pillows and cushions, blood splattered on the walls from my parents presumably, and the smell of decaying corpses. Trying my best to ignore the sights and smells, I walked out front cautiously, and spotted my bike leaning against the front walls of the house. When I walked to the bike, Iput Alex into the basket in the front, and slipped my arm through the other strap on the backpack. When I looked up from my seat on my bike, there were more horrifying sights waiting for me. The streets were littered with blood, vehicles still smoldering from fire, and the corpses of my neighbors. I swallowed down the feeling of puking and didn't look back. "Ready Alex?" I asked him more nervously than I would've liked.he gave me a confident mew and we were off, and i didn't look back at my old life.