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He sat, staring open-mouthed at the reporter on-screen. We were all at the local pub, eager to get good and ready for the 'apocalypse'. The big thing in the news was that some new tech was kicking up dust, meaning that we had another Cold War scenario going on.
'It's...it's really happening...' he thought to himself.618Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlcp67y00ED
The camera panned, following several dark objects falling from the sky. The shot then cut to almost the same angle, all in different countries. He began to panic, pushing past a crowd attempting to rush out the doors of the bar, to try and find some semblance of safety, just as he was. Feverishly heading to the basement, he quickly locked himself inside as a stab of guilt rushed through his gut. He felt like God was staring him down as he hid in a corner of the basement, just as loud explosions rocked the foundations of the building. Support beams above him gave way, and his world literally came crashing down.
"Look at that...looks like the poor thing didn't survive..." a female voice spoke, reaching out to him from unconsciousness.
"Then put a bolt in it, and let's get a move on, we need to meet the others at camp." another voice, this one male.
"Awww, but this one's actually alive! Can't we just take it? I promise I'll take good care of it!"
"Your dad is going to kill me...you know that?"
The female voice squealed, forcing him to wince, as the sound only added to his growing headache. Something warm and fuzzy brushed against his nose, before it gripped his arm, and ripped him out of the debris of the fallen tavern. He screamed in agony as he felt his organs being re-arranged, his hand clutching at his middle in pain.
"Awww, poor widdle thing...we'll get you all fixed up, just as soon as we get back home!"
He really didn't like being referred to as a pet, whom had unfortunately injured its leg in some obscure accident.
"You know, these...people...are intelligent..." the male voice spoke once more.
He silently thanked that the male was on his side.
"Aw, how could it be? I mean, look at those eyes! They're way too small and dull to be as smart as us!"
'Screw you too, lady,' he spat silently 'I hope fire-ants crawl into your socks.'
My vision was blurry, I sincerely hoped it was going to clear up soon; I don't think I could put up with being blind for the rest of my life. In the meantime, it was going to make life a real pain...
I miraculously survived the apocalypse, can I survive this?
"Come on!" she said "I've got some clothes I want to see on you!"
'The hell?'
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