Chapter 3: A dream

'Leon's Point of view '

"Was it all a dream"? I asked myself as I came to. The same acrid smell of blood reminding me that the bloodbath and the deaths or massacre were all real.

'How am I still alive?' I thought as I held my head and cried out in pain. As the feeling of numbness left me, the pains in my head and other parts of my body swarmed me in waves of pain.

Almost immediately, I remembered the alien that was about to kill me. I looked around and realized that I was still in the same place I was when I lost consciousness but the alien was no where to be found. I was too happy to still be alive that I thought little of that.

"What the hell happened." I asked myself.

As I rose to me feet to scout the situation of the surroundings I felt a little bit anemic.

"Must be the effect of coughing out blood non-stop." I said to comfort myself. I later realized that I was gravelly mistaken.

I had walked about fifty meters or so when I saw something nauseating, something that brought the trauma and pain of almost being dead all back.

A few metres ahead of me was the body of the alien that had beaten my to a pulp. It's claws were still red from the dried blood of this it has cut. It's fur as black as the night sky. The upper part of the body made me want to puke.

The aliens head was missing. It's shoulders and parts of its chest were missing as well. From the way what was left of the torso looked, it seemed like it was blasted away. Judging by how resistant it was to bullets earlier, I was in awe and wondered what kind of firepower was enough to blow its head off.

Suddenly I heard sounds of heavy but fast breathing. Something was alive and close by. From the sound of the breathing I heard, I inferred that it was afraid of something. My problem now was what made it afraid. Were there more aliens nearby.

I tired around and walked in the direction of the sound I heard. The source of the sound came from something, or someone, hidden behind a broken wall a couple of metres away. I was amazed by how I'd heard something as low as breathing from so far off.

As I approached what I thought was the source I heard more sounds. The person or thing was moving, as if to prepare for a counter strike. It was alarmed of my approach. Oddly, I wasn't afraid. Thoughts of the person or thing harming me flashed though my mind severally, but still, that didn't make me afraid in the least.

I trode on and when I was within range, a man rose and desperately pointed a gun to my head. I instantly recognized him. It was the last cop that has survived when the alien chose to go after me instead.

"Your hands in the air." The cop ordered, as sweat poured down from his brown haired head to his face. He was definitely afraid of something but what.

I stopped thinking of what the man might be afraid when I remembered that just a while ago I had felt the same way.

'Maybe he just haven't taken the carnage and everything else in yet.' I told myself, as I became more amazed by how I remained calm in this situation.

"What are you?" The cop finally asked, his hands shaking as he pointed the gun at me.

 'What am I? How rude. I'm a human of course so why's he using what to ask me a question? Has the carnage made him unable to retain his grammatical accuracy while speaking?' I thought to myself. 'Well, that's better than it driving you insane.'

"I can see that you're still shaken so I'll let your rude tone slide." I began to say, dumbfounded by the words that came out of my mouth. When had I even been bold enough to talk back at someone. "And as you can see I'm a human. My name's Leon. Leonardo Silva."

The man didn't seem convinced that I was human. I couldn't blame him though.

As I took another step towards him, I instinctively tilted my head a bit and felt a bullet whistle by my ear. The man has tried to shoot me. I stood there staring at the frightened expression on his face wondering why he tried to kill me and how I had dodged the bullet.

"Stay away from me you monster." The man said as he tried to fire another shot at me. In the blink of an eye, I covered the twelve metre distance between us and held the gun firmly, placing my finger at the trigger so he couldn't shoot me.

"What's wrong with you man? What's that for?" I asked the man before me, who was almost driven mad with fear.

"Stay away from me. Stay away." The man cried out and collapsed on the group. "I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die." He kept saying repeatedly.

"You're not going to die sir. I'm not going to kill you for the blunder you made earlier." I said, amazed at how I had just called a targeted shot to my head a blunder. How I dodged the bullet was still a mystery.

" You won't? But, but...." The cop stammered, like he was trying to say something but was afraid of saying it.

"I just want you to tell me what happened here while I was unconscious, that's all." I requested.

The simple task I had given him in hopes of getting a simple answer was shattered. What he cop revealed to me was something I would now have believed on a normal day, but today wasn't normal, and I wasn't sure if there was ever going to be a normal day for me again after hearing what the man said.