The Whispers Of The Night

The awakening

It was a dull, still night. The waves crashing against the sandy shore. The moon stood proud on the night sky sending a silver lining of light. There I was hiding behind an abandoned life guard tower. It had been six months since its arrival, and nothing has been the same since. I checked my trusty backpack, it's nothing more than a simple school bag sprayed with black paint to make it harder to spot from afar, reaching for a granola bar. It had been a silent and still night. I laid so the chair so it would double as a make-shift bed. My eyes fixed on the night sky. I easily stayed counting and admiring the stars for hours till my mind drifted off and my eyelids closed. My mind drifted to a time to a time I wished to forget. The time it came.

It was a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. My Mother had taken me to work that day since our apartment was in for renovation. She worked in a small office in a law firm. The same law firm that united my parents just to later separate them. Neither less she had stationed me in a seat right next to her desk. I took my phone out and decided to play some games while I was there, since I had no data and my Mom's co-workers refused to give me the wifi password. About an hour after our arrival a massive whistle shattered the windows spraying glass everywhere. When we looked outside we half expected a bomb crashing towards the ground, but instead we saw a black humanoid shadow fall from the sky.

Within minutes of the event minutes from the event it was all over the world, from social media to the news, heck I even got three text, from people I haven't talked to in a while, about it. For hours we spent glues to the TV and our phones, trying to figure out what was going on. Soon after the president jolted into each TV. He announced that there shouldn't be any panic and that anyone living in the city where the so called "meteor" fell were to be evacuated. Whatever that thing was, it surely wasn't a meteor. We began packing whatever belongings we had, some of us picking more than what was entitled to us, and headed home. During the trip my mom was awfully quiet. She barely struck any conversation which is weird for a middle age mom. When we got home we locked our doors and closed our shades, knowing the police would be searching. We all know that when they "Evacuate" the city they really just throw all the people into crammed building. We prefer to wait it out in the comfort of out bunker/basement. Thanks to my mom paranoia, she insisted on turning our basement into an all nuclear shelter, and thanks to that we are probably the safest people to like on Texas.

We had a TV, a radio, some board games, water and a water filter and enough rations to last a life time. As soon as we entered our little piece of heaven the sirens began terrorizing the streets with their annoyingly loud screeching. We could hear them from the bunker. Suddenly after countless minutes of sirens and panic the sound stopped. Everything was quiet. Out of nowhere an ear busting roar shook the walls. It was as if the earthquake choose the to come at the worst of times. Everything shook violently, we took hold of anything that was nailed down. Each wave shook us more than the past one, it felt as if we let go we would fly off. When the earthquake ceased everything went quietly, as if the everything was dead. I looked around, my Mom was holding onto one of the desk legs. The quake brought down two shelves one of which contained our board games, and now laid shattered on the floor. Game money and shining metal pieces scattered around the floor. Our water deposit crashed down leaving half a gallon of water soaking the cold grey cement floor. The walls had cracks extending the length of the bunker. It had looked like someone had hit it with a massive sledge hammer. The cracks seemed to grow in size and length. A black goo flowed out of them. The goo began to quickly fill the bunker, within seconds it was up to my ankle. I ran towards the door but it was no use, the goo began to quickly swallow my legs making it impossible to move. I looked towards my Mom, she stayed there, letting herself get swallowed by the goo. Doing nothing more than staring at it. Soon enough the goo was high enough to consume her and I knew I was not that far behind. I scanned the room, or what was left of it, for a way out. There was a lamp standing at arms reach right above me. I grabbed it with one hand and used the other to ease out of my pants. I began climbing it, unsure of what I was going to do next. As soon as both of my feet left the ground the lamp began to screech. It swiveled slightly, trying to adjust to my weight, but it was no use. A couple seconds after climbing the lamp, the screws began to fall. One by one till the lamp was being hold ion place by the mere wire. The wire snapped, dipping me in a tar of black goo.

I gasped quickly, my lungs begging for air. That had been a terrible nightmare. I looked to my side and laid there staring idle to the left. That's when I saw it,