Instead of getting up at the sound of the alarm clock and getting ready for the bus to work, I woke up to the sound of broken glass, wheezing, hissing, and gurgling. At the same time, a danger signal came from the Lizard. I had never felt anything like that before.
The noise came from the kitchen, where the croaking was joined by the clinking of dishes and the clattering of fallen furniture.
- I've got a gun, you bitches! - I barked, hurriedly pulling on my pants and scrambling across the floor for my slippers. - I'll shoot!
It wasn't a shotgun, but I kept the Wasp with me all the time lately. And according to my security guard license, which I had to get after a month and a half of training to get a good security guard position (for me a salary of almost fifty grand and a convenient schedule was the main indicator of quality), I was allowed to carry and use weapons, including combat civilians.
When I found myself in the kitchen, my eyes got a picture of a fight between a Lizard and something winged-furry-incomprehensible. Some creature about the size of a yagd terrier, with a toothless fish face and a pair of leathery wings with clawed fingers, clashed with the golem, who was carefully stabbing the creature with a gifted ceramic knife, holding it by its body and wing with a few spoon-feet. I turned on the laser beam and held it up, holding it with a few false legs in its torso and wing.
I switched on the laser beam and shot first at the creature's back and then at its head from two meters away, and it immediately fell silent. The golem, however, was not satisfied with that, and slit its throat with its razor-sharp blade.
- Well done, Lizun, you're a fine hunter, if only you could figure out where they'd come from.
He jabbed at the broken window.
- They didn't come in through the door, I know that. Where in the middle of nowhere, where there's no one but feral dogs, where they come from.
I siphoned the blood of both creatures (heh, I was already making a habit of it) into a three-liter jar and put it in the fridge. After that, I decided to examine the guests carefully. They looked like a mixture of dog and monkey, some ridiculous beastie with a mouth that at first seemed to me like a fish mouth, but turned out more like a frog's, with four movable jaws, which were unfolded when the mouth was opened to such a size that they could easily swallow a soccer. The teeth were made of small plates of bone, but they were sharp as ceramic knives. I stuffed the corpses into a few garbage bags (for durability) and wrapped them with duct tape.
I started to get ready for work on the fly, but when I tried to put the grocery bags into the bag, I realized that it was too late.
- No f****ng way, with all this going on here," I muttered and tossed the bag on the couch. There was no cellular service, no electricity, no idea what was going on in the city and in the world, so no hasty action.
I picked up the bag with the mutant bodies, went out into the courtyard, and only now I heard the noise that came from the city.
The screams, the thumps from collisions or falls, the clinking of glass, the serenades of car klaxons.
- That's it," I shook my head and took my trauma gun out of my pocket. It's a good idea to keep a gun handy in a situation like this.
When I passed by the second golem, after a moment's thought, I ordered him to follow me. I left the sluggish Lizard to guard the house.