Pet - Prologue (Patreon)

What were you doing on July the 6th, 2025? I can tell you what I was doing. I was enjoying an ice cream cone. I was in the park, and it was the day before my birthday. I was only 10 at the time. My parents were taking me out, to have fun because my father would be out of town the next day for work.

We never expected the world to stop. We never expected our lives to change. We only expected what our plans were to happen.

No one knows where they came from. They just appeared. Not on a majestic ship, not on a ray of sunshine, or even a crack in the earth. One second I was licking an ice cream cone, enjoying my time with my parents, and the next I was running for my life. The world changed in an instant. We had no warning. We had no chance. These powerful strangers came, and took over, and there was nothing we could do, but run.

They destroyed Earth as we knew it. Taking down cities in hours, and destroying roads in seconds. They literally bulldozed every major city, every skyscraper. Anything that they wanted, and created their new utopia. One in which we were not welcome. Unless we were coming in chains. We were forced to migrate on the outskirts of their city, in the poor and abandoned area, called the ‘blight’. We scavenge for food, huddle for warmth, and fight for survival. But it was worth it. We would rather die than be one of their slaves.

My name is Iris. I’ve been on this Earth for a short 18 years. Clawing my way to survival since that day. I started a group, in which I lead. We don’t have a name. We don’t need one. We just stick together through thick and thin. We fight for each other, and we’d die for each other. We’re the roughest ones out there.

We all lost our families. We’re all each other has. But just like the day that they came, we didn’t know that our lives were about to change, drastically.