What did I do to deserve this?
This is the thought that kept coursing through my mind everyday that I had to wake up and once again face the world. I don't know how it happened, and I don't know why it happened, but for some reason the world is just… wrong. I can't explain it. It all started about a month ago. I was at home asleep in my apartment, when all of a sudden there was a large roar coming from the downtown area. I had no idea what was going on but when I looked outside I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was some large bright swirly thing right in the middle of downtown Los Angeles and there was an army coming out from it. Well… At least I think that's what it was… an army that is. It was kind of hard to tell, and the army itself didn't exactly look human… but what did I know at the time. Anyway after a few minutes, which had felt like hours at the time, there was another loud rushing noise, and all of a sudden I felt like I was being sucked into a small whole. It was terrible. I had never felt anything so terrible… well not until now. When it was over I was still standing in my apartment looking outside only now… now it was daytime… but for some reason the moon was still out… and the whole city looked like it was on fire. I was scared. I had no idea what to do. I'm an accountant. It's not exactly like we prepare for theses things. I continued to stare out of my window frozen in fear… and disbelief. I didn't move for what must have been hours… until… until I saw the building across the street grow a mouth… and eat someone. I don't think I've ever seen anything so strange or terrible… not before that… and never since. When I saw that I was so afraid that my own apartment was going to eat me so I ran. I had no idea where I was going, or how to tell whether or not a building was going to grow a mouth and eat me, but I knew that I had to do something. I couldn't just sit by and … die. Whoever did this… what ever they did to bring this on us... how could they? What could have been so damn important to get and entire city sucked into this… this hell? I still don't know all that's going on. I know that I am a refugee in a city filled with freaks and slaves. I heard one of the people protecting us call them… demons. I've learned since that day… the day that all this started… that there are good freaks and bad freaks. I've been living with the good freaks for about three weeks now. One of them is just a kid… but he's super strong… he can take care of himself. The other two… well… one has the ability to electrocute things on touch, and the other… well I'm not exactly sure what her problem is. I just know that the kid trusts her so whatever. A guy came by with a dragon yesterday. He brought more refugees with him. He seemed to get along with the kid and the electro girl… but the other girl didn't seem to like him very much. They talked for a while and then he left. I guess he must be one of them… another good freak. All of this is so confusing. It feels like a nightmare that my mind refuses to wake up from. God, What did I do to deserve this?