The whole city's going to shit, but honestly, after everything that's happened, a bunch of mischievous robots overrunning the place doesn't seem like that big of a deal. Still, the shop gets closed up early, after the registers go on the fritz, the power keeps going out, and one of the little fuckers somehow turns on an entire display of rabbit dildos, still inside their boxes.

I get about halfway home on the bus before the wonky traffic lights and clogged streets makes it so I have to set out on foot. My phone won't fuckin' pick up a signal, which is just a cherry on top of a really fuckin' messed up morning.

Outside the apartment, I can already hear the shrieks, and I take the steps two at a time, busting through our front door and into...

"What the fuck..." I breathe, stepping out of the way just in time to miss the furry little bastard torpedoing straight for my face. It sails past me, diving over the railing and onto the concrete below with a mournful shout.