Well, I'm nothing if I don't keep my promises. Here's chapter three. I should probably work on May god guide you after this... but i appear to have major writers block. If you guys could possibly check it out and give me ideas, i would be FOREVER GRATEFUL.

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Chapter Three

My family is dead and my house is an inferno. My family is dead and my house is an inferno. My family is dead and my house is an inferno.

My house is an inferno. I'm running, already dodging past neighbors who have risen from their slumber to stare at the charred building as it crumbles. Some are crying, one's shouting meaningless words with his hand over his ear and a phone by his mouth. I can't hear what he's saying through the ringing in my head.

HUMANS TERMINATED

I hope to God those bastards burned with the house, I think savagely, hoping that the deaths of my parents and brother have been avenged.

A hand jostles my shoulder, and out of reflex, I jump, try to brush the hand away, but it's too tight and it hurts. My neighbor's head- the one who'd been screaming on the phone- enters my field of vision, his eyes dark as shadows and his face harsh. He's saying something to me that I can't hear, and I stare at him blankly.

Sirens wail in the distance.

He shakes me. Hard. It jolts the ringing out of my head and my eyes snap to his face.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" he's shouting at me, angrily, and I can only shake my head, the words "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." Spilling out in a torrent of tears and sobs and wordless cries. He looks at me with sadness and anger in his eyes, rubs one hand across his five O'clock shadow and squeezes my shoulders lightly. "I'm sorry."

I cry harder.

I hate those words. They are the words that mean I've done something wrong, you've lost a loved one, I missed you, I'm dying, I can't save you, and I cannot bear them.

The sirens are loud. More people are coming, shouting, staring as my life comes unraveled, and it's so loud that I almost don't hear it when the voice sounds again.

"HUMANS TERMINATED. CONVERSION UNDERWAY. SCANNING-"

I scream.

There are hands everywhere, there are panicked sounds, there are two boys who are fighting the crowd-the crowd that is mobbing and trample ling everything in its path to get away from the shiny silver robot that is firing lighting shots after them. One of them grabs my arm, and proceeds to pull me along, shouting something over his shoulder as he tows me towards the other one. My vision is blurry. The ringing in my ears is loud and my head is pounding in a rhythm of four, so painful that I press my hands to my ears and squeeze my eyes shut because it's too much it's too much it's too much.

It seems like a blessing when I see the pavement rushing towards me.

There's the sensation of falling, of being caught, and then blackness.