Extinct

I don't really know how to explain this without landing myself in a mental institution for thirteen-year-olds, but I'll try: a few days ago I started seeing things that weren't there before. A billboard that now says 'wanted dead or alive' where it used to be blank. Missing posters lining the streets of LA, that were plain white printer paper just days before. Creatures that no one else can see or feel.

I've plummeted into a whole new world, one that's been veiled by the restricted views of the human eye since the beginning of time. Not only that, but I'm not the only one. A knife-throwing psychopath with PTSD and a sleepwalking cook from Honduras are just like me. Except I can do something- something that makes me a target. Something that the people made sure was extinct hundreds of years ago.

Now my two-year-old sisters gone, along with everyone that can see the creatures. Now it's up to us to find everyone, to save the few that can see what can't be seen. We've got gangs to worry about, witches, and an oversized crow that just won't leave us alone.