Beast Apocalypse

After several months of overtime, the only thing I was looking forward to was finally getting to sleep in my own bed. I could hear its siren song singing to me as I crossed the last intersection on my drive home. Sipping on an energy drink to keep myself awake, I briefly considered for possibly the millionth time quitting my dead end factory job.

Straight out of college with a degree in digital media only to find that there were no jobs within a hundred miles looking for my for my degree. Unfortunately , the local factory was always hiring poor souls to work the line and even more unfortunately I had proved capable enough to be moved wherever there was a need, hence the over time.

I blearily pulled into the driveway, cursing myself for still living with my parents at this age. I had an apartment not that long ago, but when they found out that the owner had been paying off the inspector to ignore safety regulations the building was condemned and with nowhere to go and not enough money for anywhere close, back to the parental home I went.

My parents were about as thrilled as I was that I was returning home, their former golden child reduced to a college burnout. I payed them a bit of rent and watched the house for them when they went on trips but they always made their displeasure with my life known. Mostly by asking when they were getting grandkids.

I sighed as I opened the door and turned the lights on, my cat scurrying out of a doorway to rub up against my legs, begging for food. I leaned down to pet her a bit before moving over towards where I kept her food and filling it. She eagerly dug in, and I grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge, eating it quickly before making my way to my bed. I tossed the empty container on a nearby table, telling myself that I would clean it up later. Finally snuggling into my bed, I closed my eyes to see what looked like some kind of weird blue box filling my vision but I ignored it, probably just an exhaustion fueled delusion, settling in for a good nights sleep.