An Apocalyptic Invasion

a hard decision is made and a gang is formed

My pregnancy was going along pretty good.
With the help of the Triplets, they took me to the small hut that they showed a couple of months earlier. Right after I settled myself in, I heard a knock on the door.
The hut consisted of a shower, a closet, one queen-sized bed, and some food. The door was right in front of the bed, and the window was next to me. It was placed in a way so I didn't have to move that much to look out of it.
I opened the window and said, "It's unlocked!"
Tommy slowly opened the door. "Hey, sis. I brought a special guest with me."
Behind him was Carlos, and my heart thudded like it did when I first met him. "What are you two doing here?" I asked casually- at least, I hoped it was casual.
"Dropping by. See how you're doing," Carlos said. "Also, we brought more food and drinks."
"You shouldn't have," I said dryly.
The boys made themselves comfortable. "Nice place you got here," Tommy said. "Catwings pampering you pretty good."
I wanted to smack him SO badly, but I couldn't move without feeling pain. He knew this, so he gave me a smug smirk while I simply glared at him.
"How far along are you?" Carlos asked. "What is it... seven months?"
"Six," I corrected. "It's like I can feel my belly getting bigger and bigger every day."
"I told Riley last night," he said.
"How did she react?"
"Ehh... she was mad. At first. Then she realized how much I was worried and reassured me that I'm going to be a great father. Also, I took her to meet Jhaufyther's second litter."
Tommy smiled. "Flickhuni looks so much like him."
"She does?" Since I was bedridden, I didn't meet the chaotic bundles of joy.
"Yeah. She's so pretty," Carlos said, his eyes widening. "You would think she was a lost gem. Her fur kind of glows at night, and she has these rosettes, whorls, and spots all over her."
"Lepardhice's khits absolutely loved them," Tommy added. "They were waiting for a while before they were old enough to play, and now that they are they cause mischief wherever they go."
"I missed so much," I murmured.
"Hey, at least you have your friends to catch you up on any news," Carlos pointed out. I smiled at him gratefully.
Tommy stood up and stretched. "Well, I'ma head out. Carlos, will I see you back home?"
"Yeah. Love you, man!"
"Love you too!" Tommy said as he headed out the door.
Carlos waited for a bit, then he plopped on to the bed next to me.
"Now that we're alone..."
I gently pushed him away as he tried to give me a kiss. "I'm pregnant, remember? I already have one baby to worry about."
"You're right." He sat back and crossed his arms behind his head. "Are you excited?"
"For what?"
"You're going to become a mother now. Which raises the question: do you want our daughter to be raised here, or in the US?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you."
"I think... I really don't want to, but I think we have to go back to the US."
His face became grim. "I think so, too. Unfortunately. I mean, she can grow up here, but I kind of wanted to grow up a little, you know?"
"I do too," I said quietly. "How long should we wait until we come back?"
He scratched his chin. "I don't know. Maybe, like, seven years or so?"
"We still need to wait until I give birth, then the recovery."
"That's true." He got up. "Get some rest," he said, rubbing my leg. "You'll need it."

I closed the door behind me, then unfurled my wings. I looked up at the sky- when would it be the last time I see it on the island?
I looked back at the hut. Right now, my girlfriend was probably sleeping with a live baby rolling around in her stomach- at thirteen.
The island has no rules, but it's agreed upon by everyone that the humans must die. They've damaged the planet to the point of no return, and it would be completely destroyed if the Catwings didn't start capturing everyone.
Thinking of people brought the prisoners back to my memory. With luck, they should still be alive after I gave them slow aging. Would they still be in the same house I left them in?
So, fast forward a bit, I was walking to the white house. I gave two slow knocks and four quick ones- the signal they gave me if I ever decided to come back.
Mike opened the door, and when he saw me, his bearded face stretched into a smile.
"Who is it?" Garth called. His younger brother seemed to have stayed with the group, which made me happy.
"It's Carlos!" Mike yelled over his shoulder.
An uproar inside the house rose up. Garth shoved past Mike and beamed at me. "Ain't no way. Dude! You're back!"
The prisoners took turns welcoming me back and slapping my back. I'd never felt so welcomed by strangers before. Then I remembered that these people were not strangers- we fought a war together, and at that point they might as well be my own flesh and blood.
"So! How's it goin?'" Garth asked. "Catch us up."
It took a while, but I recounted everything that had happened up to that point.
When I was done, Mike nodded thoughtfully. "So you started a plague. Makes sense as to why there's so many of these weird things running around."
"And people have gone absolutely nuts," Garth added. "We thought it would be a good idea to maintain some order again."
"That sounds like a sweet idea," I said. "I could become a gang leader, if you guys want to join it."
"Dude, of course," Mike said. "It'll be fun to be part of one again."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Taylor walking down the hallway. Her sleepy expression told me she just barely woke up.
Mike and Garth hushed when she came, and moved back to give us some space.
"Hey," she said.
"It's... been a while," I said. "How is everything?"
What I really wanted to ask was How are you? Are you still missing me?
"Pretty good, I guess. My boyfriend got a new job at McDonald's, so he's been earning more money now."
"Nice, nice." I nodded. It felt awkward to be with her.
"I heard you were planning to start a gang," she said, tilting her head. "What were you going to call it?"
I shrugged and turned to the guys. "What do you suggest?"
Ricky got up. "I dunno. What's your king name?"
"Cyszil," I said. "But ordinary people can't pronounce it, so we have to obviously come up with a name that they can say. It has to be terrifying, though."
"What about 'Razers'?" Taylor suggested.
"Ooh, I like that," Garth said. "Carlos?"
"Perfectly fine with it. We can trick people into thinking that it's spelt with an 'o'."
"Now that we have our name... where should we be stationed?"
"Well, obviously we have to move around in case if the fucking police come," I said. "But I think we should start in like those old office buildings, since it has multiple floors."
"That's a good idea. We can have more members stationed there," Taylor said.
Garth clapped his hands. "Alright. Let's get started."
It took a while, but we managed to get all of our supplies out of the house and into a car. It turned out that Mike had parked it in case of emergencies.
We marched into an empty office building and started loading our supplies in.
I stood at the entrance, watching everything happening. "Where should this go?" Mike asked, carrying a bookshelf.
"Put it on the ground floor. I don't want you hurting yourself."
He hauled it away. Taylor came to my side. "How's your girlfriend?"
"She's pretty good," I said. "She's expecting my baby."
She nodded, but I could see something in her eyes. Was she... jealous?
We finally got everything situated. Garth dusted his hands. "Alright, boss. Should we start recruitin'?"
I nodded. "Yes; everyone, listen up."
The prisoners stopped what they were doing and turned to me.
"This plague is deadly; I know, stating the obvious. But you're under my immunity and protection. If any Earthkins try to bite you, show them the branded tattoo I gave all of you. They're not blind, and will back away once they see it.
"Also, I was careful to leave plenty of survivors in case if a situation like this arose. You'll find them in the nearby states, and once you're done bring them back here.
"Bring plenty of food and water. We're not going to be one of those harsh gangs- I want to make sure that everyone is treated equally.
"HOWEVER, that does not mean that there will be no punishment. You have my full permission to punish any individual you see that is being a bit rowdy. If the punishment doesn't work, you bring them to me and I'll deal with them. Got it?
"Alright, now go. The more you bring, the better."
The prisoners split up and rushed out of two side doors. Taylor turned to me. "I better go with them. You going to be alright?"
"Yeah, of course. Be careful, okay? I don't want the prisoners to bring you in with a giant bite wound on your body. And don't forget to show them your symbol- they'll attack you otherwise."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," she said, with a playful smile. "I'll see you."
"Bye." She went after Ricky, who had just left.
I surveyed the entire building and smiled. "You're going to have some use after all."