It was like any other day: the sun was shining, there was a nice breeze that carried the scent of flowers, until it was quickly over powered by the rancid stench of decay. That's when it all went south. My whole crew was strewn everywhere like paper in a stormy breeze. I spotted a few fending off the Evil. I then spotted my worst nightmare one was devouring my father. It is not the time I have seen a monster eating my group. The first time, I was 10, and so naive. Back then I would never think that the world was going to end, at least while I was alive. I was sorely mistaken.
At that moment, I snapped back to reality. I grabbed my little brother Stephen, and sprinted to get away. While I pushed Stephen to our base, he thrashed to get out of my grip. He finally slipped through my fingers. When I turned to catch him again, he was running to a horde of the Evil,sword drawn, a battle cry ripping from his throat.As I ran after him, I saw the man of my nightmares. He was surrounded by his fortress of darkness. And then the world went back.
