The Last One Standing

Chapter 2

I find myself standing on the front porch of my house, in my hometown, Austin. I look around me. The street is totally quiet, there are no people, the grass is green and I occasionally hear the ring of a porch bell ringing as the wind rushes past. I then look through a window in my house. No one. When I look down, my hands are small and so is my height. I carefully look at my reflection into one of the windows. I am seven years old.

I think for a moment and ask myself: Is this before the Dark ones took over?

But before I can think anymore about it, out of nowhere, a girl on a bicycle comes cycling onto the street, giggling. By the time she cycles past my house, she stops and walks towards me. Who could this girl be?

Then I realize, the girl is Pamela. My childhood best friend. She used to live across from me. Then a batch of memories struck my mind. Me and Pamela were so close as friends that we sometimes used to play this game "Are you my sister?" where we pretended we were long lost sisters and finally found each other. Pamela was originally of Mexican origin but she moved to Austin right after she was born. I blink back tears as I think more of her. God, I can't imagine how she was exterminated by the Dark ones. What a horrible fate as a child she had. I can't.

As Pamela gets closer, she launches at me into a hug. "Myra, where on earth have you been? I missed you after all those weeks. I had no one to hang out with, no one to bicycle with, what happened?" asks Pamela.

"I'm sorry Pamela"I reply,

"Apology accepted! But where are our parents, neighbors everyone? I haven't seen anybody around here for the past 2 weeks, it's just me!"

"That's because everyone is gone." I say. I then think of the outbreak as The Hunger Games, except this was global edition and I was the victor. Sort of.

"What do you mean?"she asks with concerned eyes.

" I am so sorry about everything that has happened or will happen, I'm sorry". I blink back my tears and sniff loudly.

" I don't understand what you're trying to say, tell me what's going on"! she says.

But before I can reply, Pamela screams as she is crushed to the ground by a bolder on fire that comes out of nowhere. I jump back and let a sharp scream pierce out of my mouth. Waves of horror struck me as I realize that's how probably Pamela died. Horrible.

When I get up, suddenly, a Dark one rushes out the trees towards me looking big with a small green head, one eye and a mouth inside a transparent helmet ,and it's body covered in black fur, holding a laser gun and firing into the house behind me. I dodge and jump out of the way the bullets fire at. After a few seconds of firing, the Dark one stops and before I can get up after dodging those bullets, it grabs my throat and it makes me choke. I struggle for air as it says "We've found you, last one standing and we are going to exterminate you just like the other humans, just like your crybaby friend." When I hear it call my friend "crybaby", it angers me beyond my limits as I kick  with all my strength I have as a seven year old into its  groin. It drops me and  I run away as fast I can until I reach the end of the street. I hit some kind of invisible wall when I get there, and before I black out again, I can see a familiar face approaching me as she gets shot by the Dark one. My mother.