Lost Mind

Left Alone

3 Weeks Later...

Fighting is starting to occur more and more often, well not fighting exactly, more like quiet yelling. The aliens have started gathering more and more around the area. Food supplies aren't looking terrible, except for the dog food. I'm afraid of what is going to happen to them. After the "incident" with Meg, I've become the new cleaning lady in the house as a punishment even though that's the only thing I do around here. My conversations with everyone have basically stopped other than with Julia. I guess no one really likes me. Big surprise there.

We have to meet in secret otherwise I'm yelled at and punished even more. It's like a living hell in here. Some days I wish the aliens would attack us, but then I think of Julia and the puppies. Julia tells me what everyone has been talking about for the past couple of days. So far it seems to be safe for me, but that could change soon. That night Julia talked about the plans of everyone possibly leaving. She said no one was sure of it yet, but it might happen. She had a tear on her face before she called it a night. She left faster than she usually does. After that night, I couldn't sleep. The thought of losing Julia forever makes me concerned. That morning, as I'm drifting asleep, I'm woken by loud bangs on the wall and people yelling and running around.

As I get up, I look at the front door, which has been torn open past repair. I look to see everyone leaving, even Julia. I look at her one last time and see a tear go across her face. Just like that she's gone. Forever... I sit there thinking about what happened before loud screeches and yells occur. I gain focus again and sprint to the door to see what's happening. Maybe 3 or 4 aliens surround the group and start to go towards them. Just then, Jack throws Delilah into one of the aliens before he starts sprinting past her. The guys follow and seconds later the girls join. Delilah screams in torment as her limbs are ripped apart by the aliens. One of them looks back at the house and see me.

I freeze for a second while he comes towards me. I snap back into focus and sprint inside. I have to find a place to hide. I look around downstairs for a while before I get into the kitchen. I open the smallest cupboard I can still fit into and throw everything out of it. To cover my tracks, I throw pots and pans from other cupboards. I squeeze myself into the cupboard and shut it as far as I can. I shorten my breathing to where I focus more on it than the steps of the alien. Slowly, he crawls toward me opening various cabinets and cupboards before he reaches mine. I can hear its breathing.

Right then, a puppy starts yapping and the aliens speed towards it. After a few seconds, the yapping stops and the whole house is silent. I decide to wait there for a few hours just to make sure. I fall unconscious after a while and wake back up with pain everywhere. I slowly crawl out of the cupboard into the mess of what was once a kitchen. Looks like the alien searched everywhere. Everywhere except my cupboard. A puppy was killed instead of me. Even though the dog wasn't human, it still made me feel sick to think it died for me. That's when I remember the puppies. I jog into the living room with pain writhing through me. As I look into the box of puppies, I notice two of them are missing. Only 7 of them remained. I looked back at the once safe door to see if anything was outside. Nothing was, but that could change soon. I have to get out of here. I'm not sure what I'm going to find out there, but it has to be better than here.

Almost everything was looted from my house from Jack's group to the aliens, other than the things I hid. I walk upstairs into my bedroom and push my bed out from the corner. Just then, I see a hole in the side of my bed. I reach into it and grab a pistol with 2 boxes of ammo. Just in case. I search around a little more for other things I could gather from the wreckage. I only find a blanket, backpack, metal bat, a pocket knife, and some cans of food with a canteen. As I stuff everything into the small backpack I remember something I almost forgot. The dogs. I scatter through the mess to find the box they are living in. They are going to be starving now that I have no dog food. I manage to find space for them in the bag with a little bit of air from not zipping it up all the way. I'm ready to set off.