Where's My Brother?

This story is about two siblings that faces a lot of challenges against limbed faced creatures with human bodies.... The oldest brother, Damon, is left homesick on the day of the invasion, while youngest brother, Quay, is out with friends... Brothers must work together to fight off the creatures and save their friends and town...

I'm new to this, this is my first time sharing my stories... I don't have a cover photo for now, but I'm working on it.... Enjoy my story please. Leave comments if necessary....

Chapter 1

(Damon's P.O.V.)

This pain is so unimaginable. Try sleeping with a congested chest and a half blocked wind pipe clogged by mucus. An to top the pain, the disorder of asthma affecting the breathing of your own; making trying to deal with something so painful a desperate challenge.

I roll out of bed, stumbling before standing hunched due to balance. My whole body is drenched with sweat, even my hair. My surroundings is as it feels, scorching hot. My chest feels tight ,and my breathing comes short and fast. I bumped into another bed that's not my own as I was making my way to the door.

The only sounds I could hear was my raspy wheezing and the rustling of sheets made by the person on the bed. The lights were off, so I found it hard to see. I jumped and almost fell when I felt a warm hand grab my wrist of the hand that wasn't held onto my chest. I couldn't scream or snatch away too forcefully. If risked, I would probably collapse from the effort of breathing it take to scream long enough for help; or I would fall from forcefully pulling myself free. I don't think I would be able to get up either way. I could see the person reach for the light switch.

" Damon, is that you?" I hear and spot my brother gripping my wrist when the light came on. Quay, my little brother look up at me through squinted eyes. He looked exhausted but battled dosing back off because of seeing me looking breathlessly in my horrible state of asthma.

"Yes," I managed to say in full. My chest compressing tighter and the pain hurt even more. I also managed to take a couple of steps toward the door before stopping dead in my tracks. I could barely move anymore. Every step I took brought 3x more pain than the last. I desperately choked for oxygen as I finally plopped down on the floor underneath me.

"It's your asthma isn't it?" Quay knew immediately what was wrong with me. Growing up with me taught him that my asthma becomes almost fatal during the Spring. I was proud of him for remembering.

He ran over to the dresser on his side of our large room. He reached into the first drawer and pulled out a small red inhaler. His attention was back on me.

"Open up," Quay demanded," I know it's your asthma." He forced the inhaler into my mouth.

I found myself breathing more gradually. The pain in my chest wasn't so constricting anymore. I was able to stand again. Once again, my thirteen years old brother saved my life from asthma. What would I do without him, and if he wasn't born, will I still be living?

Once I was on my feet again and were able to speak I said, still wheezing, "Thanks Quay." He didn't say 'you're welcome' or anything. He just scowled at me with his arms folded.

"You know, one day I won't be there when you are having an asthma attack," He said, this conjured a conversation between siblings.

"Come on, I haven't had an asthma attack in so many years."

"Ok, well that doesn't means you got rid of the trait. If you are born with asthma, you live with it."

"I'm fine now," I lied," so don't worry yourself about this. It's all over."

"I will worry about it Damon. This is the fourth time I had to save you from being killed by asthma."

Quay is starting to become a real pain in the butt. I hated when he had to be right. Most of the time I don't even give him a chance to say what he thinks. A little asthma attack won't stop me from being responsible. I am more responsible and have more responsibility than my brother. I'm the oldest at age 16; Quay is only 13.

Becoming a little upset, I just stood up and sighed. "Just don't tell Mom alright?" I walked over to my bed and fell against the plush spreads.

"Why not?"

"Because of the rule we made? Whatever happened to the whatever goes on in this room stays in this room idea?" Quay rolled his eyes at that.

"Okay, I won't tell her anything. Happy?" Quay stormed back to his own bed and laid back down before seeing me nod. He turned his lamp back off as well. The room plunged into complete darkness.

"Goodnight Damon," Quay said. I didn't reply just then, until I could hear my brother's soft snore.

"Goodnight Quay."