I wake up expecting to be dead but somehow... I’m still alive. I’m laying in that same couch I was before I closed my eyes and it looks like everything is normal. “Was that all my imagination?” Was the first thought to come to mind, but as I call out to my father and mother there was no response. I slowly turn to look out the window and what I saw was destruction. The trees lost their color and the grass turned grim. Instead of the sun that appears in the sky all you could see was dust and dark clouds. I realize that this wasn’t my imagination, it was just that I somehow survived. I open the front door and walk outside through the porch, the smell in the air is what I imagine death would smell like.

I walk over to my car and when I try to start it up the engine let’s out one last breath before puffing out smoke. I go back inside the house and grab a backpack, in which I put any food, drinks, clothes, and pictures of my family I could take before setting off. I walk down the driveway and into the road, I see New York City from far away and I can make out many buildings split in half as well as smoke coming out of the city. Instead of going to New York City I set my mind on venturing to find people, the may be my only hope to tell me what happened.

Walking down the road makes me feel lonelier than I felt in a very long time, I start pondering the thought that maybe no one except me survived. But I won’t give up, so I keep on walking down the empty road in hopes of finding something. After around a hour of walking I come across a dead animal, upon closer inspection it had horns like a devil as well as burnt legs and spiked fur. Cause of death, a chunk of it’s neck is bitten off, and it’s fresh. Further down the road I see a large mammoth-like creature. The creature was standing up on it’s two sticky legs and had claws on it’s hands that were shaped like giant blades. “That must be the creature who killed it.” I slowly go backwards not daring to make a sound, but I tripped over the dead animal, my arm being impaled from the spiked fur. The bladed creature looks back at me and slowly creeps forward, I keep on pulling my arm to budge, the only thing that allowed me to do this was the fear of death. After getting a second chance to live I won’t let it end here so easily.

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I pull and pull but there’s no luck, the creature is now a couple feet away as it lowers it’s head towards me. It sniffs on the ground as it’s nose slowly creeps towards my feet. That’s when it found me, I yank with all my might but it was too late, the creature slashed at my arm and almost cut it off. However the slash also got rid of the spikes for me. I dangle my arm to my side as I try to get up and run away. I manage to make it up in time before the creature realizes I left but the noise I make from running attracts it. The creature is sprinting after me as I run with all my might. The creature is faster than me, so it slashed my back and cut through my backpack which causes a huge claw mark running all the way down my back, the force pushes me forward. I land on my hands out of reflex, then fell due to the damage caused to my arm. I turn my head to look at the creature licking the blood of it’s claws, preparing for the finishing attack. It scrapes it’s claws on the floor as it approaches, readying for the kill, then it strikes. One big claw that will determine my fate, however just before it touched me the claw suddenly slows down.