What is that?" I asked. I regretted it a second later.

"Oh. My. GOD." says meghe, who is currently sprawled on the couch eating from a package Oreos on the floor. "I'm not omnipotent IAN." she spits my name out like venom.

I winced at her harsh tone, and muttered a small apology. I asked her that question almost anytime anything strange happens. These days, it's quite often. A car alarm, a scream, gunshots, more, an explosion, silence. She's gotten pretty sick of it.

This time it's a constant hum that's been going on for 2 minutes. It keeps getting louder. If I didn't know better, I would say it was a plane, but no plane is that loud, or flus that low. perhaps I could see what it is through the window.

Following up on my plan, I get up off my spot on the floor, wincing at the feeling of my bones popping and muscles stretching. We both agreed that sleeping in the same room is safer, and since I'm the guest, I get the floor and she gets the couch.

Moving towards the window is pitch blackness. It isn't surprising, the power went out earlier that week and we've been sick from boredom. What Is surprising is the series of flashing lights in the sky moving towards Atlanta. I guess it is a plane, but why is it comi-

My internal monologue was cut short by the massive explosion that rocked the foundation of the building. From a few blocks away an orange light flows over the tops of the buildings illuminating the city in a tangerine glow. Small pops, that sound suspiciously like gunshots, follow after the explosion.

It takes a second to realize what's going on. There bombing the city, the inferi must have overwhelmed the outposts. There's surely more to follow.

"MEGHE" I screech at the now alert best-friend.

"GET DOWN" I yell as I practically fall to the floor. From the corner of my eyes I can see Meghe roll off the couch, and put her hands over her head, essentially mirroring my own position.

A few seconds pass before the second explosion comes, much closer than before. The building sways minutely, the windows rattle from the deafening sound as expensive decorations fall from there place on the shelves making a sickening crunch, and undoubtedly sending thousands of tiny glass shards all over the carpeted floor. An Amber coloured fire flows past the windows illuminating the room for the first time that evening. Thankfully that's all the fire does, unable to set aflame the exterior of the building.

A few moments tick by before the explosions stop, all that's left is the few buildings that caught fire and the sound of gunshots to remind me of the explosions.

"Shit" Meghe says breathlessly very accurately describing our situation.

Sorry for the short chapter more will be coming soon. In the next one they'll probably meet up with Rick's group kicking off the story.