Chapter 1: The consequence of wanting the unknown.

The empty streets and dirty roads that were once filled with people of different colors and ages, the buildings that once bustled with activity and hype filled with vitality that leaked from the very happiness induced by whatever drug our people once took to run away from the challenges we once faced, all these memories filled me with sadness.

It filled me with a sense of loss seeing what my ancestors and other magnificent people had died for become so deserted even rats don’t dare to trespass on their premises.

These forsaken lands and cities were all due to a simple mistake or rather a simple sense of curiosity and search for the unknown.

We are the one’s who called for them, we are the ones who gave them our coordinates yet we are also the one’s who became the feed, our lands had become feeding grounds, our people cattle to be slaughtered, our children and able bodied adults slaves to be worked then used for food and sustenance.

I had told stories of how our people once laughed, how our people only struggled to procure money and food, how our people once struggled to have a house to live in, yet all those sounded like paradise to me.

Now we only struggle to breathe the following day, you wake up in the morning with a small short prayer to survive the following morning without getting swallowed by the very things we had once thought would be a way to a better and more advanced future.

Now you must be wondering, what exactly are these things that have fed on us, these things that we called for yet responded with open jaws and disgusting gluttony, you must be wandering what happened to our people, our world, our home.

It all began on a normal day 80 years ago, I still remember, I had just left the hospital after my shift on the internal medicine department was done, I still remember the day like it was yesterday.

I even saw the hot Melissa wink at me playfully while getting into her husbands R34 Skyline, I still remember the beautiful grey sky since by then the fumes had already replaced our blue with a greyish hue we all grew to accept.

It was in such a normal day that the ‘Egg’ dropped. Yes, an egg, a bloody egg, all matte black and stronger than aluminum, it had simply dropped on the ground yet the world grew excited, news covered the fall while scientist grew frenzied over their theories proven.

It was a new discovery for science, a new world for astronauts and other such space organizations.

It was a wonderful day filled with a dreadful and pitiful beginning for a future we should never had thought to provoke.

Oh my dear ancestor who sent that signal to space, you had really done us a good one, a rock solid one I’d say.

It took no more than 8 hours for the world to know that we were on verge of destruction and there was nothing we could do about it.

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The egg split open, but with it open a new type of energy somehow managed to be dispersed into our atmosphere. This energy seemed to excite the beasts around the whole world, as dogs, cats and every animal pet became feral.

With such a beginning injuries began to happen, hospitals getting filled, heck I was even woken up for a surgery at 1am in the morning and guess what? I was an intern back then, a bloody intern!! yet I was called in for the simple fact that there was not enough hands to go through.

As for the crazy bastards or rather special lovely individuals who dared to keep snakes and crocodiles as pets, they had learned on their way to the afterlife that a beast may be a pet but that is only as long as you can give it a full stomach and satisfy its beastly urges.

A beast does not become a pet, it becomes lazy to listen to its bestial urges because it already has a full stomach and a safe place to live out the rest of its life. It has always been about survival for both men and beast.

And that we learnt the literal meaning of survival of the fittest. Of-course we were the fittest, we had weapons, we had structures that could make us feel safe.

We had a plan for surviving this weird situation, the only people who lacked a plan and kept moving with the flow were the doctors and nurses who either died from overwork or the rabies that had somehow managed to become even worse.

That day was a hellish one, a day I actually think was rather tame compared to the arrival of what we call the Mother Ship.

A long narrow beautiful piece of art that was filled with nothing but dreadful organisms with flexible bodies and skeletons that could deflect bullets, as if that was all, the bloody menaces had some kind of telekinetic ability that was so potent they could throw away battle tanks the same way you would throw a pebble on the roadside.

They were strong , brutal and hungry. We called them the [Devourers] a race of aliens or rather unique organisms that only devoured and left chaos and death in their wake.

It took them a pitiful 10 years to conquer the earth, and another 10 years to wipe out humanity with only a pitiful amount left to feed their young, for you see , for their kind we were and still are the epitome of nutritional food.

And so that brought us to the current age, you may be wondering why an old man about to reach 110 years is busy mentioning the past, well the reason is a simple yet sad one.