Chapter 1: The Disaster
When I was left completely alone in my disgusting home, I plugged in my earphones, and put up the volume on the song playing on my phone. After a few minutes, I was lying on the floor, eyes half-open, completely oblivious of the world around me, the music screaming in my ears.
I wasn't expecting anything to happen that day, good or bad. It was supposed to be like all my other days; a constant nothingness. However, for once, I was wrong.
Maybe my volume was too high, because I didn't hear a thing when it happened. I didn't hear the different people yelling and shouting, crying for help out on the street.
Perhaps I was asleep, because I clearly didn't realize that the roads of Karachi were being torn apart like tape being pulled off of a box, or pick up the rumbling of cars being thrown around and crashing into humans or trees.
I was so oblivious to it all. Like none of it would affect little old me. But then, someone started banging my iron gate, and I was forced out of my daze.
They were hitting the metal quite loudly, enough to make me swear and get into my feet, pulling out my earphones.
"Who is it?" I asked, opening the door that led to the verenda. I had to ask again, as the banging wasn't stopping, yet the human wasn't answering.
"God damn it," putting on some stray slippers that probably belonged to one of my brothers, I walked up to the gate, but before opening it, I was compelled to look up at the sky.
There was a line of smoke trailing across it, and the faint howls of sirens filled my ears. The smell of rotting metal hit my nostrils, and I winced, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.
Something was not right. It was very wrong, abd whatever it was, it was out there.
The banging came back, more violent this time. There was also a slight whimper, and I couldn't help but think the person outside was either mute, or unable to speak due to their choke full sobs.
In a moment of indecision, I took a step back. If I opened the gate, whatever was happening outside, I would be subject to it. My heart pounded a little faster every time the person hit the door with their fist, but I just couldn't bring myself to own it. And then, it happened.
I gasped as the sharp point of a large blade pushed through the metal gate in front of me. The man must've been impaled, because his screams were loud, and painful, and sad.
I was frozen as I stared at this blade, stuck in between the gate and the person outside, shaking itself to break free.
The weilder of the blade pushed it around repeatedly, the man howling in pain, clearly still alive. I could only watch in horror as his blood splattered this way and that, a pool of it gathering at the foot of my driveway, seeping into the porcelain tiles inside.
Dizzy, I fell towards the wall, my breaths quick and panicked, my eyes fixated on the blade. I was going to faint from the shock, but I also knew I'd die if I did, so my body struggled against both, my breath agitated.
The blade finally found a way through, and slipped out of the jagged hole it had made in my gate of iron.
Through the tear the weapon had left, I watched as the man's body was shaken off and tossed to the side. In it's place, came the triangular structure of a robotic face, with two red shads as eyes, staring hungrily at me.