As I slowly come to, I see a body facing towards me. I scream loudly, and can hear it echo throughout the garage. Its a dead body, of a small child. It is to mauled to tell it's gender. I hear a guttural screech coming from outside the garage door.
"Fuck fuck FUCK!", I yell.
I grab my shotgun and watch the door. I can see the claws coming through the door. I hear another ear piercing scream come from behind the door and see it get ripped off the hinges. The thing comes through the doorway, and starts sniffing around. I aim my shotgun at it's head and pull the trigger.
The sound is deafening, and there is a leftover ringing in my ears. Surprisingly I made a head shot, but I didn't kill it only got it very angry. I hurry and reload and shoot again. I made it super pissed now. It rips open the car door and crawls inside. I open the door and am about to jump out when it claws open the back of my shirt. I jump out and take my shirt off with lightning speed. There are three good size scratches in my favorite shirt.
"OH YOU DID NOT JUST FUCKING DO THAT!" , I scream.
I grab my pocket knife as it crawls out of the car door and get ready to stab. As it comes towards me, I yell and stab the thing in the face; hard. It rears back and falls onto the floor, I take that chance and jump on the alien and start stabbing ferociously.
As I continue stabbing, a yellow liquid oozes out of the wounds and it stops moving. I stop stabbing and lean against the car door. I throw my shirt on top of the dead alien. I clean my pocket knife and put it back in my pocket. I grab my shotgun and bag and leave the garage. I move throughout the house until I get to some stairs, I climb them quickly until I see blood and bile on the floor. I aim my shotgun ahead of me again, and slowly open a door. I am greeted with the smell of roses and a pink room. I close the door and lock it and head towards the mirror. I look at myself in the mirror, and I look terrible. My jeans are torn and I am desperate need of a shirt and another bra. I walk to the closet door and open it, wow there are a ton of clothes in here. I grab a black shirt and a black bra, oh look black shorts.
"Wow for someone who loves pink, sure has a load of black." I mumble.
Luckily it is all my size, well expect for the bra, of corse its to small. I take my old bra off and put on the black shirt and quietly change my shorts. I feel a little bad about stealing clothes from someone but whateves. I find some boots and change shoes. I grab my stuff and unlock the door and leave the room. I feel kinda uncomfortable about not wearing a bra, but I soon get over it.
I walk down the stairs and starts looking for the kitchen. Oh goody I found a kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and an apple out of my bag, and I sit onto a chair. I chug the water and start munching on the apple. I get up and start exploring the kitchen pantry. I find some more water bottles, a bottle of Vodka, some dehydrated fruit packets, and a bottle of mustard. I pack the fruit packets and the water in my bag, and open the Vodka, I find a glass and pour it, and drink. Ugh, it tastes disgusting yet soothing. Suddenly I have a sudden urge to go to the bathroom, I run down the hall and open a random door. Oh thank god it is the bathroom. I relieve myself, then head back to the kitchen.
I grab my stuff again, and head out the door. The sunlight hurts my eyes, after being in the pitch dark for a while it sure is nice to be in the light. By the time the house was in the distance, the sun was setting. I decide to sleep under a tree tonight, I'm not gonna sleep in a house with fricken aliens, nope not tonight.
