Chapter 1
I hold a gun in my hand. I hide behind a crumbling doorway, my heart hammering in my chest. I slowly reload the gun and take a deep breath. It was surprising; I had never thought about aliens before. The alien believers had gone crazy a month ago, saying that they had a signal from the 'aliens' that they were going to come to Earth and destroy it. Nobody took them seriously though. We all thought that they were just being weird and that the mental hospital would take them in. We were wrong. They came yesterday, attacking everybody in the city; taking their souls, eating their faces.
I count to three and knock down the door. I shoot aimlessly, trying to direct my hits to the glowing eyes. They hiss and scream with agony, and I run to the next door, my chest heaving. Perspiration gathers at my forehead and I wipe it off, my cloak gathering at my feet. My cloak was originally my father's, but he gave it to me dying, along with a backpack full of stuff that were for the end of the world. I feel the tears gather in my eyes. I angrily blink them away. I needed to find other human beings.
I had a feeling that at least one person was still alive in this crapish hell. I barge through another wall, shouting, shooting. I hear their inhuman screeches and their protests in trying to kill me. I walk through the debris; dead bodies on the ground, knocked over objects, lights turned half-on. I kick a body aside and yell as it grabs my leg.
I try to shake it off, but the human is actually alive. She stands up, scowling, "Stop!"
"Y-you're alive?!" I whisper, my eyes widening. "Y-you're alive! Oh my god, you're ALIVE!" I hug the girl, embracing her tightly. She blushes madly and I let go, embarrassed.
"Well... yeah, I'm still breathing. My name is Izzy. But... I mean, what the hell is going on? What are these things?" she asks, picking up a large, pointy object from the floor and jabbing an alien with it.
"God, it's uglier up close." I say, sticking out my tongue. The alien is pale with two slits for nostrils and sharp teeth as its' mouth. It's eyes are big and dark, the light died in its' pupils. It has leathery wings and a tail with a pointed tip. I shiver and motion for Izzy to follow me. She has olive skin and short, cropped black hair with a blue streak through it. She wears a black, spaghetti strip shirt and shorts. Izzy's skinny, but built, and she looks as if though she could punch a guy if she had to. I feel attracted to her and I slap myself on the inside. We were in the middle of an apocalypse and I was falling in love? Stupid!
I hand her a gun, pressing a gun into her hand. "Don't lose this. This is your only weapon; use this to kill the aliens. You know how to shoot a gun?"
Izzy nods. I pass her a pack of bullets and she loads the gun, the gun clicking. I stare Izzy shoots the gun at the wall and hits the target directly: a picture of a man saluting in a marine outfit. Izzy's face is stone hard and ice cold.
"Let's go," she mutters, shoving the gun down her bulging pocket. We crawl on the floor, trying not to touch the passed bodies. We search the entire building, but there are no more people. I sigh. Only 3 today. I motion Izzy to follow me as we run through the dark, empty streets. Nothing attacks us or tries to rip out our spleens, but we skirt through the shadows anyways. The aliens are attracted to the light and they fly around the streetlights, buzzing and screeching.
I find my apartment building nearing and I sigh with relief. I tug on Izzy's hand and her hand tightens in mine. I'm glad it's dark. She would've seen me blush.
