For -Valery & -DaniL's Melancholy Skin Contest

Short Story/History thing:

  "Jack! I'm heading out!"
  "You have my list?"
  "Yes, I have your list," I replied to him, carefully patting my pockets to make sure I did. I grabbed a couple sacks and entered the code to open the hatch door
  "Try not to run into any of the space serpentes or-"
  "Yes yes I know, try not to anger the space thingies, that's quite obvious Jack," I slipped out the door before he could give me his entire speech on how they weren't "space thingies" and the whole darn history of the world as well. I already knew what had happened eight years ago when the reptilian space force came and wrecked the planet. I was only really about five back then, but I'd heard the story many times over and over again.

  I wandered mindlessly about the abandoned city streets, hopping over abandoned cars and knocked-over light posts, looking for usable spare parts that matched what I needed, as well as what Jack had on his list. I also kept my eye out for food. During an all-out apocalypse food was always needed. I wrenched open an old shop and poked my head inside. A few rats scurried about but other than that the unlit shop just reeked of mold. Nothing useful in here.

  After a couple of hours of scrounging around for parts I had about everything that was needed. The metal pieces banged about and caused quite the chaotic noise, which rang through my ears. The aliens often went around in their small pods during the evening and morning hours scouting for human prey, and all this noise would not be good for my safety. I turned on my walkie-talkie.
  "Oi, Jack? You there? Over," White noise.
  "Yeah what is it? Over,"
  "I'm going to have to stay out tonight. Over,"
  "Roger that, stay safe, over," I shoved my bags under a car and clambered up and over a collapsed section of building. This would be where I'd hunker down for the night. I noticed a large amount of tables and chairs all piled up in a corner. This must have used to be some sort of restaurant. Maybe there would be some canned food leftovers that hadn't gone bad, though that would be unlikely. I edged open the kitchen door and searched the shelves. Most of the stuff had already been taken away years ago, but I noticed some un-opened cans in the back. I reached out and grabbed them.

  I risked a small fire and cooked whatever had been in those cans. The paper labels had partially fallen off, and I couldn't tell what the food was, only that it was way better than Jack's attempts at cooking. I stomped on the ashes of my fire and settled down behind the front counter of the restaurant, wrapping myself in a old tablecloth. A cool breeze swept through the broken windows as I closed my eyes.

  "Raina fitz pop Raina are you crackle there?!"