Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 165

Dylan POV

5 years ago….

“Mom, we’re out of milk again!” 1 shouted as 1 held the fridge door open with my right hand while juggling my 1 year old screaming brother on my left hip. “Mom!?” 1 groaned before slamming the fridge door shut and walking into the living room where my mother was seated two minutes ago. Only she was no longer there.

It had been a month since the new world had taken affect, and it had done so, much quicker than anyone had expected. We, being humans, were placed on rations. Basically we were given the bare minimum to live on.

After the initial takeover and my unjust lashing an old nurse from the hospital patched me up, Sheila, she had lost her job completely but even after a month she was still willing to help most of us humans out if we needed it.

Once I got home that day I realized just how much my world had turned upside down.

back was radiating pain and I was still processing the death of my father, I hadn’t exactly had time to mourn, so when I walked into my house I wanted nothing more

be seen. I guessed I wouldn’t be getting a hug anytime soon when I heard her wailing upstairs. She was a mess and a

better.

waking up in the middle of then night, and having to deal with it personally every time he did, once I got him back to sleep I checked on my mom who would be sobbing in her bed. There was nothing I could do to help her in those moments. She genuinely spent most of her time in bed but sleep hardly ever came to her. She was in

my little brother still on my hip, and sighed when I saw my mom once again. curled up in her bed. The Curtains were drawn and the room was dark, not only that but it was filled with my dad’s cologne and photos. I felt my eyes welling up again when at one of the frames containing his

given enough, Freddie was drinking cows milk now and we

it. “We can’t live like, this anymore… Freddie needs you…” I watched her head shake as more and more sobs left her lips. “You have to appeal for more tokens, we’re running out too quickly, if I do it I’ll get hurt again… Please mom?” I was

frowned at my brother who’s little arms were wrapped around

me or not. In the end I placed him in

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