Miracle City .

Chapter 5 - Doomed Journey

"Reagan Myers's POV"

This is Reagan Myers again, I realize that this update is very late, and I apologize for that.

At this very moment, I'm sitting in a dark bunker with a few others, and I wouldn't dare venture outside, not after what I've just been through.

In some ways, I wish I'd never left my own basement as my situation is now a lot more terrifying and hopeless than when I made my first entry.

I feel that the only way to hang onto my sanity is to focus on getting this story out there for anyone who still has internet access, and I hope my family members are amongst those that will read this.

In honor of those who were lost during my recent journey through Hell, I will try and record these events as accurately as possible while they're still fresh in my mind.

As you'll remember from my last entry, I was hiding in my dark basement from these beings that traveled from another dimension to wipe us out.

I've studied reports from people around the world, and still there has been no mention of what this deadly race is called.

Survivors can only describe them as "shape-shifters", as they have the ability to change their appearances endless times at will, and they only take the forms of people you recognize.

Hopefully there's someone out there who knows what they really look like.

What's even more fucked up about them is they have a strange energy inside of them that they use to disintegrate their victims, so you can't risk getting too close.

My house overlooked the city of Los Angeles, which the shape-shifters attacked, and then armies of them marched into the surrounding areas and killed anyone who was fooled into thinking they were regular people.

If you're hit by a beam of energy, there's nothing left of you, so when their armies clear out an area, no bodies are left behind, only burning wreckage.

Los Angeles was hit very hard, and only a few buildings remain standing after days of devastation.

Witnesses say a large portal opened up on the night of the invasion, unleashing thousands of shape-shifters, but now that portal is closed and our "uninvited guests" are here to stay.

Once most of them finally left the city, survivors who fled their neighborhoods began taking shelter in the buildings that looked to be abandoned, and I was in that very situation with some courageous people who helped me survive for as long as I have.

One morning, after several days of hiding, I crammed one backpack full of everything that it could hold, but now I realize I should've packed more food.

I had enough food and water in my home already, and it would've been best to stay put for a few more days, but I couldn't stay because I needed to find my girlfriend, Samantha Jones.

For some lonely nights I waited for messages from both sets of parents in Washington, my aunts, uncles and cousins from Oregon and Idaho, even my grandparents from Florida,

and the only message I found was one that I had missed which read, "Happy 23rd Birthday from your one- and-only! I completed my finals early and I'm flying out to see you tonight. Surprise!! See you in a few hours!" from my beautiful Samantha.

Her absence was no surprise to me, and the realization that she could be dead was very clear, but my love for her was the reason why she came back to a doomed city, and I had to try and find a way to reach her.

She was attending med school at NYU, and wasn't supposed to visit me until at least another week, but she just happened to choose the worst day in history to return to California.