The Beginning

I remember the first time I had seen our enemy.

It was a cold Tuesday morning. I remember seeing the planes, the soldiers and the.....horrors.

The horrors were something right out of a Friday night movie that one would watch with family and friends.

As I was watching this, I heard a yell from my dad that was inside the house,"Ty, get in here and help us pack. We've got to leave before things get worse."

Packing was the easy part of getting out of the city. The hard part, however, was everyone trying to run at the same time. The roads were packed with cars, so my dad and I went on foot.

The horrors came in many different shapes and sizes, but the constant thing was that they were all quadrupeds with a black skin tone. And don't even get me started on the scent they leave behind in their wake.

It was said that these horrors had originally inhabited here decades prior but one day they just disappeared. It seems that they have returned and are now getting even with us for remaking their former homes.

As I was thinking this, a voice went off in my head, "Ty... Ty..... Ty, wake up. You'll be late for class, otherwise."