It was well over one hundred years ago when they came. When they infected us, the chosen. We had no say in the matter, we have no say to this day. They are us, and we are them, and there's nothing we can do. It's hell. God only knows what we did to deserve this, what we would do to escape.
I was 19 at the time, we all were. Just a bunch of kids, though we thought we were adults at the time, hanging out at the beach, trying to fit in. You know, watching what you did, what you said, so someone would find you appealing? Those kind of things. The sun was up, sending showering rays of light over the sand. How were we to know it would all turn so quickly?
I remember sitting there, smiling and laughing. One eye was intently watching Eric, one of the hottest guys around. He was in the water with his two friends, and of course, they were being obnoxious.. but they were guys, what did they care?
Scott was short for his age, but his dazzling green eyes made up for everything. He had dyed black hair and he always kept it spiked. I'm not talking mild ones, I mean spiked spikes. I swear each one was at least an inch long. He was the clown of the group, always finding a way to make people laugh.
To his right was Danny, a bit more of a shy guy. He never really said much, so we all thought he was smart.. because, you know, all the smart guys think too much to talk. But here he was, having a good time, and even laughing occasionally. His hair was beautiful, maybe even to die for. Blonde and to his shoulders, the typical surfer hair. Something about it just made it glow, which I thought was unfair because he didn't put any effort into making it that way.
Then there was Eric. Tall, skinny, muscular, and charming. Everything a girl could wish for in a guy. I don't know how many other people thought about him like that, I didn't hear them drooling over him like I did. He was outgoing and fun, but totally different than Scott. The two had been best friends before birth, and it stayed undying to the day. His hair was curly, but not to curly.. and it was brown. His eyes were mesmerizing. Most people thought brown eyes were bland, but I found them to be breath taking.
I was the only girl there, well, aside from some oblivious blonde that was sitting next to me. She kept giggling, and it was truly starting to get on my nerves. I'm glad she got away though, it would have been a pain to have her adding onto my misery.
We all were in the water, splashing around. Scott's spikes had become unglued and were flat against his head. Of course, this got him to complain. I was just about to tell him where to stuff it when a violent tremor rocked the earth. We started panicking. The beach was not a good place to be when an earthquake hit, due to the sand sinking in and all. We just glanced at each other, waiting for someone to act first. "What the fuck was that?" Danny exclaimed, surprising us all. His eyes were wide with fear, and he was panting. No one knew why he was getting so worked up about it. Now as I look back on it, I wonder if he could feel them. Their presence somehow. I never got to ask him.