After all, there is no one left...

That night I had nightmares again. Although I already knew this dream, it scared me like the first time. Again there was that sticky one-eyed entity that overtook me in the pool. Once again I was devoured by the three-headed, seven-armed giant. I woke up again at night, but only tiredly closed my eyes and fell back into sleep. The rest of the night passed quietly. At exactly seven I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth and made myself breakfast. I knew how to kill the “slime”, but had no idea how to get rid of the giant… But first we had to deal with the mucus. I remembered that last time I met her during the day and decided not to deviate from the “schedule”. But still the giant remained. I realized that I couldn’t kill him. I don’t have such a weapon. Besides, there is a possibility that the monster will harm me not only as a memory, but also in reality… At noon, I took the crowbar, opened the door to the bathroom and suddenly turned on the light. Having immediately noticed the mucus, I decided not to give it time to come to its senses. Running up, I hit her with my weapon. It split into two parts. I realized that I could probably kill her like this, so I continued. After seven hits, the monster disappeared and I exhaled. I don’t know how I didn’t split the bathroom, but it was a nice bonus. Trying not to get carried away, I took the first book I came across and started reading, without really going into the content. Didn’t even look at the title. It was already five in the evening. The tension increased. The giant was supposed to come in an hour. I understood the hopelessness of my situation. I realized that I was going crazy. At six there was a roar in the street. I regretted that there wasn’t a bunker somewhere ten meters under my house. Although, perhaps, he would not have saved me. Realizing my doom, I went back to the bedroom, but did not crawl under the bed like the last coward. I decided to face the danger head on. A huge eye appeared in the window again, and a minute later the walls of the house began to crack. I saw the nasty giant again, stunned that I was not hiding. His fingers squeezed my ribs and lifted me to a great height. Again. It was hard for me to breathe. There was no strength to scream. My consciousness was swimming, but I stubbornly looked into the eyes of the monster. He clearly didn’t expect this. But soon I lost consciousness. And I woke up in a destroyed house… Living conditions are becoming more and more difficult. I wondered, will the same creatures haunt me in a destroyed house or will others come? It scared me. I had time to think about how to kill the werewolf and the slime, but what if I need to make decisions and act instantly? I realized that I could not live in this house. I’ll have to look for and hack another one. I decided that the neighbor’s would be quite suitable. Having collected the necessary things, I opened the house and entered. Everything was foreign and unpleasant. But I couldn’t do otherwise. I didn’t want to live in a destroyed house. We’ll have to adapt. Having prepared myself dinner, consisting of crumpled potatoes with vegetables, I sat down at the table. He was also unpleasant. But nothing could be done. It’s already dark. I chose my bedroom and lay down, mentally preparing for the night’s trials.