November 15th 2069
Amelia Goode
The docks were emptying, and quickly. There wasn't one moment of silence as the streets poured out soul after soul. The scarves were falling off their stands onto the forbidden land of mud, followed by fruits from around Africa and Spain. It certainly wasn't warm, no. This was somewhere cold...deadly...and dark. And if there's one thing I knew for sure, it was that this wasn't home. It was the furthest from home I'd ever been. That's when they started coming out of nowhere. Around the corner of the street they appeared. They knocked down anyone in their path. Babies were crying in their mothers arms. Old men struggled to keep up with the crowd. Women screaming for help...it was chaos.
'Long time no see Ameilia.' A voice behind me sneered. I turned to see him in the crowd standing in a immaculate suit and tie. He was leaning against the brick wall with a smirk on his face.
'I see you haven't changed a bit Augustus.' I checked my pocket. It was still there. The bottle that could change an innocent soul into a monster.
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