Man, 18, path 1

You are John, and this is not how things were supposed to go. Graduate High School, go on a road trip with your friends for one last big bash before everyone went their own way, maybe do something that would require bail money just to make things truly memorable. Those were the plans for the next few months before life **** him to go to college to finish molding you into a proper member of society.

You think it is very important to note that demonic invasion was nowhere on that list. Sure you’ve been told that life can throw curve balls, but you doubt this was what people had in mind when they told you that overly used phrase.

“John!” shouted a voice you immediately recognize, even if that is the only thing you recognize about the being bounding towards you. The voice should belong to your friend Sarah, a girl more interested in the latest video games than fashion, and possessing all the curves of a washboard. What was quickly bounding towards you could only be described as a tiger catgirl with curves straight out of that cartoon porno you watched online last year.

“Sarah? What the hell?” you ask in shock.

“I got hit by a lightning bolt one of those bat winged whores with all the jewelry are throwing around,” Sarah says with a grimace. “From what I’ve seen I’m going to count myself as lucky that I’m not humping everything vaguely dick shaped and leave it at that. Listen, my dad turned our basement into a full bunker, I figure we can hide out there and think about what we should do next.”

You see the logic in that, being somewhere safe is the smart play. The only problem is that while closer to where you are, Sarah’s house is in the opposite direction from yours, and you know your mom would be home at this time of day at least.