[Chapter 3: Inundation]

As of today, it has been a full 3 months since the Boykissers declared war on the humans. They swarmed the city, then the continent, then the world. They were extremely smart. They knew how to fly planes to different countries for further assimilation. They knew how to create nonlethal weapons of war, such as glue traps for humans, guns that fired GPS trackers onto people, and even little drones that they could use to scan the areas they would attack. Their expertise on nonlethal tactics was horrifying too. They knew how to set ambushes, how to tell if humans were nearby, send false SOS radio signals, interrogate info from captured humans, and how efficiently surround survivors and back them into inescapable scenarios. Humans finally learned to wear masks, but it wasn't long before the boykissers developed giant sticky hands that could snatch the masks from your face, leaving you vulnerable to them. They learned too quickly.

Nearly every human on earth has been captured and assimilated into the boykisser army...very few are still around today, and they don't trust anyone else. You had to learn that the hard way when your parents abandoned you at the house to save their own skin. Since then, you've been alone and paranoid.

You were wandering the desert, putting as much distance between you and any Boykisser-dense areas until you found an abandoned house, and started scavenging for supplies. The electricity still worked thanks to the boykissers picking up where humanity left off; occupying houses, creating their own society, building their own economy, and whatnot. After a successful and plentiful resupply of your backpack, you sat down on the dusty couch and turned on the TV, curious to see what the boykissers were publishing instead of humans. You turned to the news channel, ironically renamed from Fox News, to Foxxy News, with a stylish boykisser in a polyester suit. It spouted off about the boykisser economy thriving better than the humans ever could, and that there were barely 1000 left on earth that remained human. You felt your heart ache at that revelation...but that quickly ended as the front door squeaked open with 2 smug-looking Boykissers, one aiming a tranquilizer gun at you, the other applying some breath spray.

Boykisser #1: "Surprise lil' human! Seems you failed to notice that this entire house was a trap, silly little humans. Did you really think a fully restocked house in the middle of nowhere wasn't suspicious? Such silly little humans."