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The day is done. The last cloud has gone. My instincts have kicked in and the hunt has started. Tonight I must go and gather any tools I can find to stay alive long enough to fight. I hear the screams echo in the distance. As I sit in cold damp room, I remember my family and their cries for help as the demons consumed their souls. Those big yellow eyes, large round heads, and odd shaped ears tormenting the innocent. My eyes begin to tire and my body shuts down. I lay my head on old newspaper acting as my pillow and at times my cover. My eyes widen open, my body stiffens and a sense of fear drowns me. I jump to my feet and run to nearest window looking out into the storm, the faint glow of thousand yellow eyes appear. Panic and fear runs through my veins. I run to the next room, rustling through the box of old clothes and pull out the control. A couple of days ago, I set up an alarm system I looted from an abandoned army base. I smash the button waiting for the green LED to light up indicating the alarms system has activated. The screeching has started, still, no green light and I can hear them getting closer. Sweating, I keep smashing the button furiously. The light changes and I hear the titanium reinforcements have been activated and that the doors and windows are secured...for now. Walking back to my room, I slide into my old chair and wait. Hours pass and the screeching has multiplied at house. Thrashing and screeching have escalated, like a child throwing a fit over not getting want they wanted for Christmas. My eyelids get heavy as I struggle to keep them open. A couple more hours and the sun will be up, and I will be able to sleep. I lay back in the chair, listening to the sound of the forsaken demons dwindle down outside. I stand up slowly and make my way to the other room and close the door behind me. I stand still looking at my bed and thinking to myself that I have to find a decent pillow and bed sheets to sleep with. My eyes take one last gaze out the window watching the sun peek its happy head out from the horizon. I sit back on my bed and lay my head back down on the crinkled up newspaper. Eyes begin to shut and my body falls victim to the old sandman once again.