Alien Rats

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How the alien rats colony got started? The truth is I lost count. Too many to count. Every bite. Every bone, hit. They were like plague rats. Destroying everything. Taking the bodies of our friends to feed their colony. It was unbelievable. Every bite. Every bone, hit. Every death to feed their colony. How could I have ever been so naïve as to think that we would be able to survive something like this? Everything they destroyed was all I had in life.

How could I let them do this to me? How could I let them take everything from me? It was over now, nothing could stop me now. After a week I didn’t feel so alone anymore. I wasn’t scared to go to sleep at night. It was too hard to lie there. I wasn’t scared to go out. After all, I had done what I set out to do. After all, the aliens had come to attack me. They were the reason I lived on. I wasn’t scared of dying now. I was scared to live. It was too hard to get on the plane now.

Staying here wasn’t safe either. Every night, my phone would ring. I knew who it was. It was a life threatening situation. The alien colony was on the outskirts of town. Every night, hundreds of rats would attack our town. One night, the rats were so thick that the radio couldn’t get through. Thousands of rats. Thousands of rats going over the town and attacking our homes. One of our families was killed right away. They caught the dog. All the other families left the village. It was only me and my brother left to fight off the aliens.

We didn’t have enough guns to go out and find guns. I wasn’t worried about dying right away. I was afraid that one of them was going to kill me and then I wouldn’t have the chance to live. My brother was still hiding in the house. I had to find him and get him out too. We had to go and find guns so we could kill the alien rats. I couldn’t find him. I had searched and searched. I couldn’t find my brother anywhere. He wasn’t there. Not in any of the houses. Not in any of the buildings. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I started to panic.

I started to think that I wasn’t going to make it. I started to think about my sister. Was she alright? Did she make it out safely? Was she with the aliens? Did they hurt her? I was too scared to go out again. I didn’t know what to do. I could die here. I would be dead soon anyway. Maybe I had killed my brother. I wasn’t going to kill him. It wasn’t me. It couldn’t be me. He was my brother. I couldn’t leave him. He was alone in the house. I went back inside and kept searching. I hadn’t found him. I didn’t know where he was. He couldn’t have left.

He was only there because he couldn’t go out there. All of my family was gone. I started to think about the rats again. How they were killing people. They were just waiting for someone like me to come out and try to fight them. It was too hard to think about. I couldn’t think about it anymore. I didn’t care if I died. I didn’t care if I was alone in the world. There was no one there to protect me. I needed to fight. That was all that mattered now. I wanted to try to find some weapons. I went outside one night.

My phone rang again. This time I knew who it was. This time it was my brother. I wasn’t going to ignore it this time. I was going to answer it.

Phone conversation

Me: “Hello?” “Is my sister okay?”

Brother: “She’s fine.”

Me: “How did she survive?”

My bother: “I told you I was going to be okay. I survived. I lived.”

Me: “You survived? You survived? That’s all I can ask for. I want to talk to her. Can you talk to me, brother? Can you talk to me now?”

My brother: “I’m going to die. You killed me.”

Me: “I did what I had to do. It was the only way. I have to get back to my sister. I needs to know that she is alive. I have to find her. I have to live.”

brother: “You have to live?

Me: You want me to live? It isn’t going to be that easy. You don’t want to get back there. You don’t want to be near those dogs. You don’t want to get your blood on their faces.”

brother: “My blood is on their faces already. I can’t live anymore. All of my family is gone. All of them.”

Me: “You don’t want to get back there? That’s fine. I’ll go back there. I’ll get my sister and you can come back. You can live there. You can live with your sister. You have a new life there. Just come back to me. I won’t ever leave you again. You have to come back to me.”

My brother: “I can’t. It’s too hard. I can’t come back. I can’t go back there. I know I said I can but was it too hard"

Me: “Yes you can.”

My brother: “I can’t. I’m going to die. I’m going to die.”

Me: “No you’re not. I’m going to take you back there and you’re going to live. You’re going to live with your sister. You have to come back to me. I’m going to come back to you. I won’t ever leave you again.”

My brother: “You don’t know what you’re saying. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Me: “I know what I’m doing.

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