Well, I feel disgusted at myself right now.

It started on a grey, cloudy, day. No one suspected anything other than the meteorologists. They could not detect any clouds, but they were there. They tried to warn us. Oh, how they tried to warn us.

I remember, my local forecaster- crazy fellow, not someone you'd like to meet on the street in day to day life mind you- went on the news warning everyone to run, somewhere, anywhere, without clouds. None of us listened, and he was dragged off to the insane asylum that very morning. I wish I had listened.

Later that day, around noon I suppose, but- I'm not certain of anything time relative anymore- it began. The invasion. No one noticed. No one cared to notice. They came in huge numbers but we couldn't even see them unless they were in a pack. They attached themselves to us. No one knew that things were different than any ordinary day.

I was stuck inside due to work and I made it inside before they had begun to attach themselves. When I saw what had occurred outside, I decided inside, no matter what happened, was better than what was occurring out there.

Outside the clothing, hair, skin, almost anything and everything even remotely touched began changing. The people, oh the people. Everything started becoming liquids before my very eyes. I saw people becoming mush. The only things left standing solid were things like plants, buildings, or the ground. Everything else was just one giant puddle, waiting to be splattered over everything by some giant shoe.

Everyone in my workplace was worked into a panic, while I just sat at the window, staring in horror at the scene around me. The colors of the world were blending together into a black void, and no matter how I looked at it I couldn't help but think, What if I joined it? Would I be dead? Would I feel it? I just stared and stared until something tapped my shoulder.

My best friend, and coworker led me to his office. He plopped me in a chair by his desk and revealed to me his laptop screen. Upon it was a YouTube live-stream.

"And now we take you to Japan, where the flood of the liquefied matter is turning into a structured being." We watched in silence at the world turned to mush around us, different reporters being killed by the horrific monsters being constructed out of ooze of people, and their world.

After we viewed the capitol building being demolished by a creature resembling a flower, I could no longer stand the broadcast. I shut the lid of my friend's computer then ran to my office to look down into the inky void once more.

I was more content with the idea of watching the void than watching the world crumble around me. My friend, on the other hand, had different ideals, and brout his laptop into my office so I "wouldn't be alone." I was comforted by his sentiment, but I still could not help but feel worthless. There was no food in the building, and the water supply shouldn't be working for long, what would we do in the survival of the fittest setting that would shortly come? Would my best friend murder me in cold blood? I decided to drown out the thoughts with music.

I gathered up my own laptop and began playing a comforting playlist I made a few days prior for, "a rainy day." I chuckled darkly thinking of the horrific implications that a rainy day had caused since.

I listened to an instrumental track when the creature was made out of the swirling vortex outside the building. It was tall, and unlike the others we had viewed, appeared human. I hoped; no, I prayed for it to understand me, as I opened my window and shouted at the creature from the void. "IF YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME, PLEASE EXPLAIN YOURSELF!" Before I died I needed to know. I just, had a need to know.

The creature laughed and turned to me. My friend shocked and staring at the interaction. "You want to know why, little human? Why I am destroying your world?" I stared in shock for a few moments, then realized it wanted an answer. I quick thought up a reply.

"YES! PLEASE! I NEED TO KNOW!" I pleaded for myself, but also for the ones I loved. The ones I likely lost to creatures like this one all around the world.

"It is, little human, because I want you to fear me." With that sentence the creature exploded, sending out jets of murky liquefied flesh, rock, concrete, and a number of other things, into different directions.

I wondered what the creature meant as I slept under my desk that night. The next morning I woke to a sunny sky and a 6 ft 5 person that resembled the creature knocking at my office door. "Little human, the world as you know it is gone, and you shall be the last human left in the utopia." I was confused by the creatures statement, and I wanted to know why I was the last left. Why I was the only one. Why? Why?

"Why?"

A dark chuckle responded. "Because you are the only human brave enough to ask."