The first attack (On Hold)

Chapter 3: kidnapped?

It felt weird to walk around in an empty city with vehicles left in the middle of the roads or crashed into the buildings. It looked like something happened here. Something big, and bad. Whatever it was, we need to stop it. Or at least help some poeple. If there only were some.

I hope my parents are ok. They didn't answer when I called them. We were worried so we were walking quick.

"Do you have a theory of what happened?" I asked

"Nope" she answered "Do you?"

"Maybe everyone was kidnapped by some alien working together with the terrorists." I really didn't know. "That's my best suggestion" I added.

"Hmpf"

We came to the house. Every window was black except ours. My heart started beating faster as I went up the stairs. Maybe my parents were home.

"I hope they are home" I said aloud.

"Do you really think that? They would have called you by now"

"Please let me hope" I answered. I really didn't want to have kidnapped parents, or worse, dead parents.

There we were at the door. This was the moment of truth. I opned the door slowly and called "Mom? Dad? I'm home!" No one answered.

The hall was intact. I almost thought they were just asleep. And then I saw the living room.

The living room was completely destroyed. It looked like there had been a fight. There were broken chairs lying on the floor. The TV was destroyed and thrown at the wall. One of the windows was shattered. There were papers on the floor. And worst of all: there was blood. A little on the wall and a small pool of it on the floor.

We checked the other rooms and they were looking similar to the living room. The fridge was still working though so we won't starve.

I tried to call my parents again, just to be sure. Maybe they were attacked and the blood was from the attacker. They could be at the police station just to arrest him.
I knew that wasn't true, but I still didn't want to lose hope.

They didn't answer. Imstead, I heard the phone from their bedroom. It was under a plank from the wardrobe. This wasn't good, it was really really bad. My parents never leave their phones. Never. Maybe they aren't even alive. I want to hide in a corner and cry, but I can't. We have to act. Maybe we can figure something out, together.