"The city has shelters for events like these," I said, my voice shaking with fear. "This has to be a supervillain attack, right?"

Albert nodded grimly, his eyes scanning the chaos around us. "It has to be."

We could hear the sounds of explosions and roaring creatures in the distance, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. We needed to get to safety, fast.

But before we could take more than a few steps, a man appeared from out of nowhere, blocking our path. His eyes were blue and its mouth hung open in a silent scream. Blue veins were visible under his ashen skin, and his clothes were ripped and stained with blood.

Albert reached for his belt, pulling out a laser pointer. He aimed it at the man, and the creature recoiled, covering its eyes.

"Run!" Albert shouted. "Oh god, oh god, a real life zombie!"

We turned and ran in the opposite direction, our hearts pounding with fear. The world around us had turned into a nightmare, and it seemed like there was no escape.

As we ran, I could hear the sounds of battle and destruction all around us. The sky was filled with smoke and ash, and the ground shook with each explosion. More and more people were being attacked by a variety of creatures.

Some were torn apart by large wolves with paper mache-like skin. Others were skewered on appendages resembling tentacles. However, whenever the people fell, they would rise convulsing seconds later with eerie blue eyes. It was a nightmare come to life.

We stopped at a corner, catching our breaths, and took in the chaotic scene. People ran everywhere, some carrying weapons and fighting off the creatures, while others were just trying to escape. The zombies were multiplying, and we could see more and more stumbling down the street.

"In here!" Albert shouted, pulling me toward a nearby building that was being renovated.

The two of us stumbled inside and slammed the door shut, barricading it with whatever we could find. The building was dark and empty, the air thick with dust and the smell of decay.

We could hear the sounds of the creatures outside, their snarls and growls echoing through the empty halls. We huddled together in the darkness, our hearts pounding with fear.

"What the hell is going on?" I whispered, my voice shaking with fear.

"I don't know," Albert replied, his eyes scanning the darkness. "But we need to find a way out of here."

We crept through the darkness, our eyes straining to see. We could hear the sounds of the creatures outside, but we couldn't see them. The darkness was like a living thing, wrapping around us and suffocating us.

Suddenly, there was a sharp 'pop' noise behind us, followed by the sound of movement. We spun around, our hearts pounding in our chests. But, our eyes landed on a black cat with big blue eyes.

The cat meowed and rubbed against our legs, purring loudly. It seemed to sense our fear and was trying to comfort us.

"It's just a cat," I said, sighing in relief. "We're safe for now."

We reached a staircase, and Albert pointed upwards. "The roof. We can try to signal for help from there."

Albert pulled out his keychain, fumbling with a small, tactical flashlight he kept on it for emergencies. We climbed the stairs slowly, our footsteps echoing through the empty building. Every creak and groan of the old staircase made me jump, but we pressed on. The cat followed us up the stairs, as if it knew where we were headed.

Finally, we reached the door to the roof and frantically tried to open it. The door knob rattled, but the door wouldn't open. We pressed ourselves against the door, trying to force it open, but it wouldn't budge.

It was locked.

"We need to find another way out," Albert said, his voice tense.

I looked around, trying to find any other possible exits. But the roof was barren except for a few pipes and vents.

Suddenly, the cat darted toward one of the vents, pawing at it with its tiny claws. "What is it?" I asked, following the cat's gaze.

"Maybe it knows a way out," Albert said, kneeling down to get a closer look.

The vent was big enough for us to crawl through, but it was high up on the wall. We needed something to stand on.

I spotted a metal box nearby and dragged it over toward the wall. With Albert's help, I climbed on top of it and reached up toward the vent. It was too heavy for me.

"Gonna need you to try," I muttered.

Albert sighed, "Uh, I don't know if my fat ass can get up there."

I rolled my eyes, "Just try."

With a grunt, Albert hoisted himself up and managed to lift the vent. The cat jumped up onto the box and climbed into the vent, disappearing from view.

"Come on, Sienna," Albert said, gesturing for me to climb up. "We don't have much time."

I climbed up onto the box, my heart pounding in my chest. I squeezed through the vent, my body scraping against the metal. Finally, I emerged on the other side, and Albert pulled me out of the vent.

We found ourselves on the roof of the building, with a clear view of the city below. The sounds of chaos and destruction were louder up here, and we could see the creatures roving the streets.

And the ones flying in the air.

"Uh, let's go back inside," I said, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. "We can't just stay up here. If we get spotted by those things we're screwed."

The cat gave me a look that seemed to approve of my plan, and we raced back into the air vents. We went down each step in the stairwell as quickly as possible. It almost felt like the chaos and destruction outside were getting louder with every step.

"We need to find a way out of here," Albert said, his voice tense as we reached the bottom of the staircase. "We can't just hide forever. We don't have any food or water."

"I know," I replied, feeling the weight of the situation settling heavily on my shoulders. "But where do we even go?"

Albert thought for a moment before speaking again. "You know, there ARE the bunkers that were built to keep civilians safe from Merchant of Death's usual shenanigans. They were designed to withstand a nuke so they should be able to keep us safe from those creatures."

"Oh thank god you're such a nerd about it," I breathed. "Where are they?

"There's one not too far from here," Albert said, his voice filled with determination. "But those things out there... I don't think we can make it alive if we just tried to run for it."

I nodded in agreement, feeling the panic starting to set in once again. We needed a plan, and we needed it fast.

"Maybe we can find a vehicle?" I suggested, my mind racing with possibilities.

Albert's eyes widened, "Yes, that's it! There's a garage nearby that should have some cars. The back alley here connects to it and we can try to hotwire one and make a run for it. Let's go!"

I stared at him flatly. "Uh. Do you know how to hotwire a car, then?"

Albert hesitated for a moment before shrugging. "I've seen it done in movies. How hard could it be?"

I palmed my face, realizing how dire our situation was. "Great, we're screwed."

Suddenly, we heard a loud crash, followed by the sound of glass shattering. We spun around, our hearts pounding in our chests.

"Oh god," Albert whispered, his voice shaking with fear. "They're breaking in."

I grabbed him, rushing toward one of the fire exits.

"We have to move! Now!" I shouted, pulling Albert along with me.

We ran down the empty hallways, our footsteps echoing through the empty building. The cat ran ahead of us, its meows echoing through the halls.

We burst through the fire exit, running out into the open. The street was filled with chaos and destruction, and a horde of zombies blocked our path to the garage.

I looked around frantically, searching for another way out. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back. We were trapped, with no way out.

But then I saw it.

A pair of bicycles had their locks destroyed, but they were still in good condition. "Albert, look!" I yelled, pointing toward the bikes. "We can use those!"

Without hesitation, we raced over to the bikes and hopped on them. The cat jumped onto Albert's shoulders, clinging on tightly.

"Where's the shelter?!"

Albert pulled out his phone and quickly searched for the location of the nearest bunker. "It's just a few blocks away," he said, his voice filled with relief.

We pedaled as fast as we could, weaving through the empty streets. We could hear the creatures behind us, their moans and shrieks growing louder with every passing moment as we turned down a spiraling ramp.

Just as we were about to reach the bunker, I saw a figure up ahead. It was a man, rushing toward us with outstretched arms.

"Shit!" I shouted, pedaling frantically to the side.

But the man was faster than I expected. He grabbed onto the back of my bike, yanking it backwards and sending me flying off. I hit the ground hard, my bike skittering away from me.

I scrambled to my feet, ready to fight or run, but the man was already on top of me. He was a zombie with bloodshot, glowing blue eyes and veiny sallow skin.

"Get off me!" I screamed, struggling against his grip.

But his strength was overpowering, and I could feel him dragging me toward his mouth. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable.

A loud thwacking noise suddenly interrupted the silence, and the zombie's grip loosened. I opened my eyes to see Albert wielding a metal pipe, hitting the zombie repeatedly.

"Get off of her, you freak!" he yelled, hitting the zombie with all his might.

A snarl from behind us made us both turn around. A wolf-like creature was charging toward us, its eyes glowing blue in the darkness. It was faster than anything I'd ever seen, and I knew we couldn't outrun it.

"Albert, behind you!" I shouted, seeing another creature emerging from the shadows.

But Albert was too focused on the zombie in front of him. The creature tackled him to the ground, its sharp claws tearing through his aura with a visible ripple as he reflexively raised his arm to deck the beast directly in the mouth.

I turned and grabbed a metal pole on the ground, running toward the creature. With a fierce scream, I swung the pole at the creature, hitting it squarely in the side. The beast howled in pain, and I swung again, hitting it in the head. It slumped to the ground, motionless.

I rushed over to Albert, who was bleeding from his arm. "Are you okay?" I asked, helping him up.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," he said, his voice shaky. "Let's just get to the shelter."

My blood ran cold as I checked in the wound only to find blue, spiderweb-like veins slowly spreading along his arm. "Albert... what's this?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear as it slowly spread from where he'd been struck.

"Sienna?" he asked, taking in my reaction. "W-what's wrong?"

He looked down, his eyes widening in horror.

"Oh."