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Chapter Five: Apocalypse?

Authors Note: I do plan on adding pictures and visuals to the story very soon!

"Seismologists are calling it the biggest earthquake in nearly a decade, within a few minutes half of [Major City] was in chaos. Buildings and infrastructure crumbled to the ground while emergency and first-responders made their way to the damaged area. So far, only sixteen people dead and more than fifty reported missing as of this morning," commented the news-lady. It was raining again today and Scout (as I decided to call her; named after my favorite book character) was panting on the floor beside me. She hated the rain and thunder that had been plaguing the surrounding area for almost a week straight. I was not home when the earthquake happened. I had to wait another four hours before I could get off work and check on her. She was fine, and I found her laying on the couch waiting for me. It was scary seeing the lights flicker and I nearly dropped the tray of food I was carrying. It was highly uncommon for earthquakes as bad as this one to occur so close to home and I was a little afraid the House would collapse. But everything turned out okay, for me anyways. I finished breakfast and settled on the couch to watch some Netflix before heading to my afternoon class. Scout jumped up and laid her head on me, wanting attention. She was doing really well I'm pleased to say. I went to the pet store with her the very next day after she showed up and grabbed a training book along with all the other necessities. My mom had a dog when I was little, but he was old and we never had anything besides a cat or two after he passed away. Scout already knew how to sit and lay down. She came when I called her and stayed when I commanded it. I was a proud Mom indeed.

Somewhere... deep underground...

A musty cave, centuries old. Painted onto the walls are runes and symbols. Chains and ropes hang from hooks. A barred threshold led to a winding staircase; a way out that had not seen a living soul in decades. Inside this cavern was a vessel made of solid rock. Intricate carvings bordered the sarcophagus. Down the middle of the lid was a small, hairline crack. A flaw in the stone; unbeknownst to the craftsman and those who commissioned its making. When the earth shook and nature shuddered under its own weight, the crack sprung to life: widening and reaching across either side of the block of stone. And with its breaking, the sleeping Thing inside the tomb awoke.

Dun dun!! ^.^