It was just before dinner, the power had gone out and Dave had gone down to the basement to check the fuse box. Armed only with his flashlight, he made his way down into the darkness. As he walked down the stairs, he could tell something was off. As he shined the light's beacon across the room, his eyes landed on his goal. The fuse box was badly damaged; it was sparking a shower of light as if it was raining fire. The thing that freaked Dave out the most though was the fire axe embedded in the front of it.
It wasn't even one minute after he left that screams of terror flooded the house, their origin, the basement. "Dave!" The 6 chipmunks screamed in unison before, not caring for their own well being, charged down the stairs. When they got there, they saw the flashlight, still shining, rolling slowly before coming to a stop in the middle of the room. The six of them just stood there, staring into the empty darkness, until Simon worked up the courage to step out and pick up the flashlight. It was a small flashlight so it could still be easily handled by a chipmunk. He shined it all across the room, but there was no one to be seen.
Dave had vanished.
I approached the house slowly, my flashlight shined brightly across the front of the house. This was wrong, but in a way, I could still help.
"I'll just take what I need, a few batteries, perhaps some more ammo for my revolver or a few shotgun shells. If I wake up the people by accident, I'll warn them of what's coming. The only problem is, I haven't found any pages recently, so I have no clue as to what will happen next."
I walked up to the front door and tried to turn the handle. It wouldn't budge, the door was locked.
'Clever,' I thought, I should have figured they would lock their doors. But I needed to get in; a door wasn't going to stop me. I took my pump-action shotgun and with the back end of it, hit the door handle. This was done multiple times until the handle broke. Hitting the door one more time with the bottom of my foot, the door snapped open.
The house was dark and quiet, there wasn't a soul to be seen or heard from the door. I walked inside, slowly, cautiously. Suddenly, I heard something clang from what looked like the kitchen. Pumping the shotgun, I walked in finger on the trigger. Staring down the sight, I saw a page lying on the counter, almost as if it was left there for me. I walked over and picked it up. I was completely shocked by what was was on the page. It was the beginning of Arrival… another book I don't remember writing.
The house was dark and quiet, there wasn't a soul to be seen or heard from the door. I walked inside, slowly, cautiously. Suddenly, I heard something clang from what looked like the kitchen. Pumping the shotgun, I walked in finger on the trigger. Staring down the sight, I saw a page lying on the counter, almost as if it was left there for me. I walked over and picked it up. I was completely shocked by what was was on the page. It was the beginning of Arrival… another book I don't remember writing.
I was too preoccupied reading the page to notice six chipmunks slipping out of the cupboards they were hiding in. One of them, a male red clad climbed to the top of the cupboards, and slowly started sliding a glass container over to where I was standing. what I was reading, Alvin couldn't tell, but he didn't care. Dave was gone, the power was out, and a stranger just broke in to their house with a gun.
As soon as I finished reading those last words, I forced myself away from the counter just as the large glass container fell in front of me, it barely missed, and it shattered. Its contents covered the tile kitchen floor.