Monday

"Rayne, I'm worried. You're sick, very sick. Please, let's just go to the hospital!"

The human shaped lump that had burrowed into my bedcovers turned its back towards me, not even dignifying my statement with a reply. A sigh of defeat escaped me. I had been fighting this battle for days now and I was tired. My attention was drawn towards the window, and the sudden urge to rip open the curtains and force the sunlight upon her had me standing up and doing just that, but I stopped myself at the last second. I hadn't heard her sit up, but she had, and I could feel her bloodshot eyes on my pack. A creepy, prickly feeling washed over me, and I whipped my head around in her direction.

If I were being honest, this sickness had changed her. She wasn't the same bubbly, motermouth friend I'd known for the last ten years of my life. Rayne was sitting up in bed, her head down, face partially obscured by her dark hair, but I could see her red eyes peeking through her dark, greasy tendrils of hair. Red bloodshot eyes that were trained directly on me.

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Monday's current part time job and closest, most convenient grocery store has disappeared. After a violent thunderstorm, a giant sinkhole opened up underneath the grocery store. Monday and Rayne luckily managed to escape with their lives as their store was literally swallowed whole by the earth. Now you would think that would have been the craziest thing that would happen in Monday's uneventful life, but that wasn't the case. Things were about to get much, much worse.