The Lonesome Adventurer

You turn up the TV and lean forward just a bit to stare in horror, jaw hitting the floor, at some of the pictures that they show of homes that were broken into. Clothes strewn all over the place, furniture smashed to pieces and flung against the walls, picture frames smashed and the pictures they held burned beyond recognition, and the people who lived in those houses, missing. You hear a crash from your kitchen which makes you jump, your heart rate rapidly increasing. Remembering that you have a 20 gauge under your couch you drop to the ground and begin frantically searching. You find it and make sure it’s loaded, then run into the kitchen. There, in the window, you see a human-like figure crawling through it, but there’s something off about the way it looks, almost like it’s made out of fog. Not thinking twice you aim the gun at the creature and pull the trigger, a brief look of fear washes across its face, but nothing happens. There’s no flash of the gunpowder igniting, no deafening bang from the pellets breaking the sound barrier, nothing. The creature looks back at you, a malevolent smile slowly replacing the fear that face had held only moments before. You pull the trigger again, nothing, again, nothing, again, nothing. By this time the creature is standing in front of you, easily 7 feet tall, you step back, and it follows. Soon your back is against the wall and you have nowhere else to go, but the creature just stands there, looking at you. Something hard rams into your temple, held by some unseen foe, and you have just enough time before you pass out to think, “Why me?”