They were watching Gossip Girl when the monsters came. For many years after, when it was all over and society had rebuilt itself and started showing repeats on television again, Summer wasn’t able to watch that show. Just the sight of Blake Lively in a designer dress would bring it all rushing back, the initial horror and the violence and the madness.

It all started with a high pitched squeal. It reminded Summer of the noise her cat had made the time she’d accidentally stood on it’s paw. But this was a large squeal, a cat would have to be the size of a house to be making that sound. Summer couldn’t ignore it so she put the tv on mute.

“What the fuck Summer, she’s about to kiss him finally.”
“Shut up Becky. Can’t you hear that noise?”
“Yeah it’s an alarm, who cares.”
“That doesn’t sound like an alarm to me.”
It sounds like hundreds of animals dying at once

Summer walked out to the front of the house. The noise was everywhere and getting louder, but she needed somewhere to look. Becky followed her out.