A/N: Chapter 2, yay! Sorry for any errors and stuff ^^ & a day late sorry XD

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Here I get into more detail about where I'm at, what I look like, etc… so yup! I only own this story, myself and Hawkeye in a way. And any OC that I might bring in. other people, well. They own themselves XD

I feel the warmth of the sun when I wake up. It's quite pleasant, I don't really want to get up. But I have to keep moving. I blink open my blue eyes, adjusting my glasses. Yes, I was cursed with horrid vision. Ugh. My dirty blonde hair is a mess, the ponytail lost in the shoulder length rats-nest. I eventually find it and redo my hair. Hawkeye stirs beside me, and I pat his belly. "Hey Hawk. Gotta get up." He parts his jaws into a huge yawn, and rolls onto his stomach, stretching. He wonders off into nearby bushes, probably going potty. I look through my bag, grabbing a face-wipe. Hey, you can be in an alien invasion, yet still have baby soft cheeks, right? I enjoy the moist cloth, tossing it aside as I look for something to eat. I settle on a 'Peanut Butter Blast' granola bar. Hawkeye returns, and I give him half of it. I have the appetite of a bird, anyways. I grabbed my things and we took off. I wonder how everyone's doing. I think, regretting leaving without checking on my best friend. I sigh, again. Stupid, stupid, stupid… But I know she'll be alright.

We continue North, passing by old train tracks, a few abandoned houses, which had nothing useful in them, and an old road. In the distance, I see a large white building, which I immediately make out as a Safeway. I begin running, Hawk following step by step. There isn't too much damage on the outside. I grab a knife incase. Carefully walking over the broken glass from the door, we enter the surprisingly bright building. Probably because there is a huge hole in the roof but whatever. I walk toward the isles, grip tightening on the knives' handle. We manage to get some bread, these amazing pretzels dipped in Hershey's chocolate, a can of condensed milk, more water, some water purifier, a new flashlight, hand sanitizer because I can, and even some dog food. Hawkeye is very grateful, I assume. I want to go down to the bakery part, and get myself some stale pastries, but I hear it. A skitter. Shit. I think to myself, as I tell the dog to heel. We sneak behind a row of shopping carts, then dive to a check out stand. It doesn't seem to know that there is anyone here, thankfully. I watch the ugly thing crawl around, doing whatever it is aliens do in a grocery store. Shop, perhaps? Eventually it leaves the building, and I sigh in relief. Getting to my feet, I hear its ugly screech, and it comes at me from behind. Screaming, I run for my damn life. Thank god I took cross- country. It knocks down carts and isles as it pursuits me, grabbing my jacket when it can. Hawkeye barks at it, growling, trying to be brave, though I see his legs shaking. He jumps at the Skitter, biting onto on of its legs. The creature stops running, screeching in pain, then turns and throws the dog across the floor, his body crashing into a pyramid of Pepsi cans. I yell. "HAWKEYE!" Going into full- blown rage mode, I turn to the creature. "NO ONE hurts my dog! Hear that, you slow, ugly lump of crap? NO ONE." It jumps at me, but I'm prepared. I thrust my knife out, getting underneath its hideous chin. Blood spews everywhere, and I retrieve the blade, aiming again at the throat. More of the liquid spills out, and the Skitter falls to the ground in a heap. I pull out the knife, wiping it on a napkin I find next to me. Then it hits me.

I just killed a damn extraterrestrial.

It feels like a joke. I get the Katy Perry song stuck in my head. Shaking my head, I run over to Hawkeye, who whimpers with wide eyes. "Shhh, its okay buddy. We're alright." He doesn't seem hurt, though he walks with a slight breathing difficulty. Maybe a broken rib. I gather my supplies, and we leave the decomposing skitter behind. Night falls, and we curl up together, tired from today's events. I clasp my hands together, and pray;

"Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

The angels watch me through the night

And keep me safe 'til the morning light.

Lord, please, give us strength, and guide us to Vancouver safely. Let us find them, and may you protect us. Forgive me for all my sins, I am truly sorry for what bad I have done. Thank you for everything.

Amen."

It's a short prayer, a selfish one. But it gives me comfort, some hope. I remember a quote from The Hunger Games movie.

"Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear."

Hope.

That is all I have ever had.

Super short ah.

School is tomorrow too x-x

WELP.

I'll see ya'll next week or sooner :D