WORLD OF MONSTERS
In the end, we never really knew what got us.
One of those massive alien invasions that we seem to fight off every
year? The rise of some all-powerful sorcerer from the ancient past? A
previously ignored supervillain grabbing the brass ring, and trying to
take over the world, once and for all?
What we did know is what came afterwards.
The plague hit, hard and fast. People thought it was terrorists, then some
super-powered threat. But no. Electricity and then water stopped, so
people started gathering in sports stadiums and arenas. But one monster
snuck into a stadium late one night, and by morning... well, no one hides
out in big groups like that anymore. Isolated, small groups are the ways
to go, but I think that's just how they like to hunt us.
The thing is, they don't just come out on the full moon. I mean, the first
ones did, when the Blood Moon rose. But attacks are nightly now. They
aren't afraid of the sun, but, well, I think they like hunting at
night more. And it certainly gives them the advantage.
Sometimes, I wish it was vampires. At least they'd have a reason
for keeping some of us around, instead of just sport. And meat.
Some people were saying that friends and family members just spontaneously
changed, but I don't buy it. It's so hard to say if someone was bit. But
the whys are for someone else to figure out. And I hope someone is
out there working on figuring this out. I don't knopw how long the rest of
us will survive. I don't know that there's enough of us left to put things
back together again. Maybe there's help overseas? If so, shouldn't they
have shown up by now?
One day, I want to head back to Opal City. But there's not a lot of travel
between cities anymore. They hit the airports first, and the roads
are... a bad idea. Until then, I guess my life is looting abandoned
apartments for fancy silverware by day, and fighting werewolves at night.
I just grabbed the cloak to hide myself. I was thinking the Red Hood might
be a cool name, but some kids saw me, and once people start calling you
Red Riding Hood, there's not much you can do...