I woke up with a pounding headache only to realize that I was no longer on the bus. The events from the previous night were a blur and it felt like it happened ages ago.
The late morning sunlight filtered in through the only window in what seemed like the living room. I stood up and looked around. There seemed to be no sign of any one, even the men from last night, within the house.
Slowly and carefully I made my way to the front door, worried about what I might find in the world outside. I stood in a bizarre sense of awe as I found myself looking at what seemed to be a regular neighbourhood in some small town. 'Where am I?' I thought with a frown, 'Where's that other girl?'
Pushing those thoughts temporarily to the back of my mind, I stepped out and began walking down the street. Apparently someone had changed my clothes because I was no longer wearing my camp shirt. Instead I was wearing a comfortable pair of cargo capris, a blank tank, a cropped bomber jacket and sneakers.
I passed by a group of children who were playing street hockey and a woman with her child walking their dog. Everything looked and felt, well, normal. Yet I still had the same feeling of dread that I had the previous night and it was high time I found out what was going on.
'Where do I even begin...?' Even as I thought this my feet seemed to know where they were going so I just kept walking. No more than four blocks from the house I woke up in I spotted a house that was not very well kept. Funny enough my body seemed to gravitate towards it.
No sooner had I entered the gates in the front yard that someone or something jumped out of no where and attacked me. Thanks to instinct, I suppose, I manage to avoid most of the impact when I stepped aside. Still, I stumbled and ran into the stone fence the gate was attached to.
I looked up to see a boy, around my age, dressed in a beat up pair of jeans and shirt. He narrowed his eyes as at me then prepared for a second lunge. This time I was ready for him. It was a shock to me that I was actually fighting the guy, since as far as I was concerned I had never actually fought with anyone before. I simply told myself it was all instinct.
"Garrett, stop." at the voice we both stopped mid-fight; my right leg up, positioned for a kick, while he was coming in for a hook from the right. Over at house's front porch was a girl similarly as Garrett. She neither smiled or frowned. Her expression remained blank, but there was an air of authority about her.
[... Unfortunately everything here, in between, happened in a blur and I don't remember any of it... The next thing I remember...]
I was standing outside the fence, wondering where Garrett had disappeared off to. Allana (the girl who stopped Garrett and I before) was also no where to be seen. The shadow of the creature loomed behind the windows of the house, which was now missing part of its roof. I still had no idea what the creature was, where it had come from and what it was doing here. The only thing I was sure of was that if it was not stopped soon the town would cease to exist and I would never find out how and why I came to the town in the first place.
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