I am at the hospital in Clankland. The hospital provides protection and resources, which I intend to use. The dragons are appearing from a mystical land and winter is coming from the West. I am a chosen one. I was given my power to protect and help change the prophecy written for this land. Not only does my power let me teleport but I am oblivious to the loop of time, along with 11 other powerful women who want to regain normality.
An announcement echoes the section. It is a red warning that a fire breathing dragon is in a close radius of the building. There is one last train approaching. A decision has to be made. Do I take this train or do I stay and fight this dragon and let my family escape to a safer place?
The roof of the house shuddered and cracks formed along the bedroom ceiling. Jess shot up in her bed, and her eyes flashed across the room. Pieces of the ceiling above her head drifted down like sand would slip through your fingers and a deafening unidentifiable screeching ran through the house.
I am sitting on a bench in an empty park. Dead bodies lay scattered about, the crows pecking at their flesh. I sighed, picked up my weapon and rucksack and started walking again. It has been 28 days since the zombie apocalypse began. It all happened at a factory when a rare virus was exposed to the workers and turned them into zombies.
On my journey to the Hellfire Club a large crater opened up a few metres from my feet. All of a sudden a huge fire-breathing dragon appeared and looked like he was not pleased. I am very talkative and very rarely scared so I decided to ask the dragon “What’s wrong?”. Instead of replying he grunted and before I knew it. He flew off. I am not the type of person who would get involved in things that do not concern me personally but I decided to do what’s best and try to help the situation.
The only way this can end is the old chalice in the Hellfire Club. Quickly I get out of the crumbling Liffey Valley and make my way straight to the train station. Everything is destroyed, thousands of lives gone. People dropping every second. I look through the railway car park hoping to see a body beside a nearby working car.
I reach my destination and the hospital looks like a graveyard has come alive. There are hundreds of men, women and children injured, sprawled around the hallways. There are no more beds left. Blood and cuts on everyone and there are little children screaming crying because they can’t find their parents.