Chapter. 8 World of fire

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Toxic knew the clock was ticking, for days he tried to warn everyone but they just laughed and mocked him. Toxic got up and decided to take a walk.

Toxic walked down the quiet trail, he was alone at last. Yet he missed his old friends, wishing that scar and dark Knight were beside him. Toxic sighed as he stopped and looked into a small puddle. He stared at his reflection before noticing something orange appeared, his eyes widened. Toxic quickly looked up, behold, there it is. The meteor was flying right above him!

Toxic quickly began running as fast as he could to camp. "THE METEOR IS ABOUT TO STRIKE!" He yelled to the pack. They all looked up and noticed it flying above them, they all scurried to their dens but they weren't deep enough. Toxic was a metal enough to dig a deep hole in his den and jump into it to shelter himself. The others didn't, they were going to die.

Toxic closed his eyes as he heard the meteor hit the field, his ears ringing as the shockwave hit the forest. Toxic waited an hour before peeking his head up. Everything around him was on fire, it was quiet, too quiet. "No" Toxic muttered under his breath. "Everyone is dead" Toxic sighed with disappointment. Toxic crept back into his den. He laid in the hole and waited for the fire to stop.

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