Chapter 1: Well I Guess This is Happening

My name is Veil and I am not a human. As the daughter of my protective mother, I have grown up in a relatively peaceful and non-supernatural life. Today, as a daily routine I was enjoying a glass of juice from a cafe near my house. Then the Apocalypse started. 

 

The sky turned red from blue in the middle of the day, noon time. The whispers of the winds grew and turned south, homing pigeons started to fly in seemingly random directions, and the humans around me began to talk confusingly about an illness they felt in the air.

 

I sipped on my orange juice. A pigeon dropped in front of me, back turned up and wings folded in submission. Its limbs twitched and beady eyes reflected me. As I stare at it, a thought flew into my head: What do pigeons taste like? 

 

Someone behind me screamed making me cover my ears. The humans in front of me backed away, then bolted from the cafe like startled rabbits. I look behind and a human was biting another human. Ah. Zombies.

 

One of the zombies staggered towards me.

I look at him.

He looks at me.

At least I think he did. 

 

His mouth swung open and I decided on the best thing to do. Bite before he bites me. Blood spilled out of my mouth as I felt my sharpened teeth pierce his flesh. The iron taste reminded me something about what Ma said. I pushed the zombie away and instead scurried with my orange juice in hand alongside the humans. I jogged southward and more chaos surrounded me. Cars were flipped, some were crashed, and people were coughing on the streets. I promptly avoided the sick, making sure my juice didn't get anywhere near them. 

 

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Well, not getting sick too was a serious point. I heard enough from Ma to know where the world was now heading. It would be best for me to look for food. Before I could do that though, a low roar from the depths of the skies shook me to my core. I looked up and black started to dot the skies, twisting into streaks and ashes that fell down to the ground. 

 

I quickly cover my glass, watching the black in the skies form together. The shades merged into hundreds of wings and from the center of it all, a single yellow eye stood. The entity was massive and practically covered all of the above. 

 

The weak, cowardly, greedy and the generous, brave, powerful. 

The voice that vibrated across the lands sent out waves of wind! In pain, I crouched down and covered my ears, but it was no use.

There will be four trials.

Plague.
Death.
War.
Wilderness. 

Something stirred inside of me. I knew that feeling all too well. There was a desire to let it out. 

Defeat, redeem, or let the world change. 

The entity condensed into a single point of darkness and when I took another blink it was gone. I was breathing heavily and when I came back to reality, my orange juice was on the ground. Spilled and forever unrecoverable. I look at my hands. Black fur stuck out of my skin. 

Shit. 

Ma is not going to be happy with this.