AGNPH Stories

There's a reason they call them monsters. by jniblick


Chapter 1

September 3, 2016
What would you do if you woke up one morning with a giant, yellow rat sitting on your chest staring you down like he's trying to do a Clint Eastwood impression? Me, I screamed. Then I beat the rat to death with a frying pan and dumped the body in a field behind my house. It took me hours to clean up all the blood. Creepy little fucker. I hope that's the last of them.

September 15, 2016
In the days that followed, there were a lot of encounters like mine. Heck, my parents came home to find a flaming horse chilling in their living room. But not all of the encounters were friendly. The newspapers were flooded with stories about things like people being mauled by giant fire dogs and swimmers being pulled to their death by enormous jellyfish the size of a small car. It worked like this. If you got lucky, the creatures you met were friendly. Otherwise, they would make your life shit.


September 19, 2016
I haven't heard anything from my parents. I'm beginning to get worried. I know that I should just calm down and look at this rationally. They probably are just caught up in the hustle. Same as I am right? I'm sure they're fine. Right?


September 26, 2016
They've declared a state of martial law. The soldiers say it's only temporary. I don't think they know what they're talking about. People are allowed on the streets, but only for short periods and only at a few select times. I feel like they're making us prisoners in our own homes. This is bigger than I thought. They broadcast the death tolls on the radio. CNN is estimating twenty thousand dead and rising.


September 30, 2016
I saw a dragon today. An honest to god fucking dragon. The fucker breathed flame and everything. I was walking into town when I saw it. Damn thing was flying low. Looked hungry. I took cover under an overpass. I saw it grab a dog and fly off. Poor dog. What is the world coming to?


October 1, 2016
I saw a man get killed in the streets today. A group of us had gathered around this nutjob who was ranting about the end of the world. He said we could still be saved. We didn't believe a word he said but still. This guy is carrying on when a group of soldiers walk up to him and shove him to the ground. They tell him to shut his mouth and get back to his home. The guy just keeps screaming. Eventually, one of the soldiers, this twitchy looking 20 something, pulls out his pistol and shoots the guy in the head. They drop his body there and walk back to their post like nothing had happened.


October 5, 2016
I tried eating one of the little purple mice. I won't make that mistake twice. It was a bony little shit and tasted like crap. I'm thinking I'll try one of those red fish next.


October 12 2016
The soldiers are gone. I don't know why or where they went, they're just gone. All their shit is still there, but they're gone. I asked a friend of mine if he knew what had happened. He told me that word was that they had either been killed or they deserted.


October 27 2016
I can't go out as often as I used to. It's just too dangerous. Even the plants are dangerous now. I got attacked by a giant drooling flower creature. It stank to high heavens and chased after me. I don't want to know what it would have done if it caught me.


October 29 2016
I met another survivor while scavenging today. He tried to rob me. I shot him and looted his corpse. I know I should be guilty, but he would've done the same. That's life now. I'm not a monster. I'm just trying to survive. He would have shot me just the same as I shot him. He wouldn't have felt guilty. So I shouldn't feel guilty. He had a rifle. I don't know exactly how it works, but it should be easy enough right? Point and shoot?


October 31 2016
I was thinking about Halloween today. This whole thing feels like it should be a dream. Perhaps I am just dreaming. And I'll wake up soon to find myself in bed. And then everything will be alright.


November 13 2016
I haven't seen as many monsters recently. Maybe they're dying? Maybe the military got them? I think I can start to make more supply runs. Fewer monsters mean less danger.


November 28 2016
I got bit today. One of the big orange fire dogs caught me off guard. Took a chunk out of my arm before I slit its throat. I got the bleeding to stop. I hope it doesn't get infected.


November 30 2016
There's one of those things scratching at my door. It wants in. It wants in. But I can't let it in. It would hurt me. I wish it would stop scratching. I wish it would go away. It wants in. I can't let it in. Go away. Scritch scratch scritch scratch scritch scratch...


December 3 2016
The bite seems to be healing. There was a day or two there where it looked like it might have become infected, but I think it's okay. I went for a walk today. Everything looked so deserted. I haven't see another living human in weeks. I think I'm the last one alive.


December 5
I think I've figured out what happened. This is the apocalypse. Isn't it? We pissed off the big man in the sky so bad that he decided to wipe the slate clean. This is the end of the fucking world isn't it?


December 7
I've been keeping track of the days by scratching them into the wall. I feel like I'm in prison. I can't leave the house or the monsters will kill me. But I can't stay here. I'm going to go mad.


December 14
There was a message broadcast over the radio today. Four words. All hope is lost. What the hell kind of message is that? What the hell are they talking about? Help me. Please for the love of god help me.


December 25
It's Christmas. I miss my family. Goodbye.

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