At first I didn't recognise where I was. Then I slowly started to make out familiar figures, buildings. I realised that I was still in my hometown London, and that I was in Westminster Hospital, It was just... different? I guess you could say that. All the buildings were run down, the streets looked like the world's biggest lawnmower had been taking regular trips up and down. Then I saw a figure looming over my shoulder and instantly stuck my hand under its arm and flipped it on it's back. 'How did I do that'? I thought. The dust cleared and I could make out its face, her face. 'Layla!' I quickly helped her up babbling about how sorry I was.
After I'd finished telling her my story and me hers, we got nowhere. We both had not the faintest idea of how we got here. But we came up with the same conclusion: we were definitely not in the same time period. For some weird reason I still wasn't hungry. However Layla was starving. For a 12 year old like me, I should have been able to eat a horse by now but I just had this intuition telling me not to. After a quick snack (for Layla) we headed off in search of anyone else. Soon enough the trio had been reunited again.
We found Sean by a small stream, struggling to have a drink. His story was different to ours – he knew a lot more. Apparently we were in the future – transported by 'Maximus', a team of people working against the evil forces of 'Diabolus', the new rulers of the Earth. They created a machine, which caused the mass destruction and total annihilation of humans. The extinction of the human race. 'And how do you know all of this?' I asked anxiously.
'Because my father was a member of Maximus. I only found out recently – my dad told me everything before he was... taken. 'Taken where?' I enquired.
'I don't know. If I knew I would be there kicking cyborg butt!' He said with a devilish smile on his face. He explained that Diabolus was made up of cyborgs and that they had spies everywhere. I noticed Sean had a holster strapped to his waist with a neon red gun sitting dangerously on the top. 'Why do you have a gun?' I asked.
'Oh yeah, sorry. We need to defend ourselves if we want to live. For you Layla, I've got a wicked sharp knife capable of killing cyborgs on the spot. And for you Zain, I have this sword. It's powered by its own energy source so basically it's a high-tech, electrical sword. Here you go.'
'Cool!' I said.
'Remember it's not a toy' Layla said forcing me to oblige. We set off to our probable deaths just as the sun was setting – my sword glinting dangerously with sparks flying of every couple of seconds. I decided to name it Ender, as it would be the end of anyone who crossed me.
