The Alien's Prey

Chapter Three - This Cruel World We Live In

Chapter 3

2:45 A.M. Monday

Melissa Elizabeth Quinn's POV>

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I live in this world. This cruel, disgusting world, with all its broken dreams that I now stomped on.

I feel the wind gently brush against my skin, my dark raven hair flowing along with it as I walked up to an old building; apparently it is a broken down school.

My combat boots with their constant "ticking" squeak as I walk down the school's hallway.

Cautiously, I scanned my surroundings.

I carefully snooped around a few unlocked classrooms and the janitor's closet for any objects that I could possibly use as a weapon.

I walked past an open locker and something catches my eye.

Through a crack, I can see something glisten.

I backtrack, and I slowly walk up to the locker.

I roughly open the locker fully.

To my surprise, there was a steel baseball bat. I'm guessing the students that used to study here played baseball.

I grin, taking the bat and wrap my fingers around it's handle.

It had a nice and firm grip.

"Very useful." I think to myself.

I continued my walking in the school and entered its school gym.

The skylight above the gym allowed only enough light for my eyes to adjust. Only enough to see the bleachers besides the court.

I walked to the center and slowly spin around, eyeing my surroundings.

I closed my eyes and slowly exhaled.

I need to relax a little bit. It ain't easy surviving like this.

I wonder if there were also any other living survivors.

Being alone under the dark clouds, and seeing buildings falling on top of each other.

Sometimes, I don't pity those whose lives were taken.

Humans are weak and useless.

But I also sometimes think like everyone was in a deep sleep, while my eyes were wide open to reality.

I shake off those cruel thoughts of mine, and pull out a ciggerate and light it up.

I know I'm underage, and it's probably going to destory my lungs, but hey, You only live once.

And sooner of later, I'm going to die anyway, whether that be because of my smoking, the aliens, or because of this rotting earth.

Boom!

I snap my head to the sound, and that when I start being snappy.

I hear a few doors open and I know they're coming my way.

I run in back to the hallways, trying to find a room to get inside for safety, but none of them would open.

I can hear the sound of them walking closer and closer.

That is when I began to panic.

"Screw rooms." I think quickly to myself.

I run to an open locker and shove my way in, closing the locker door only slightly, just in case I needed a quick escape.