I wish I lived in California.
If I lived in California, I could blame what happened on the San Andres Fault. Unfortunately, I live in No Name, USA. I haven't even been to California, so, no San Andreas Fault to the rescue.
Dylan said I should tell you my story. Of course, Dylan also told me to stab a sword at him, so I'm not sure what qualifies him to give advice. I guess, despite it all, Dylan does know what he's doing. Sometimes.
As far as you know, I'm a 16 year old girl from a town literally called No Name. I go to a boarding school in Chicago, which, if you know anything about geography, is also not in California. That boarding school I mentioned? It's more like a correctional facility for troubled youth than a boarding school. It also happens to be a pile of rubble now.
Whoops.
A small disclaimer before I continue. The story I am about to tell you is rated N for NEVER TRY AT HOME. Or anywhere else, before you ask. Rated N for trespassing on mother natures face, destruction of private property AKA blowing things up, and playing with knives. The playing with knives was my favorite part.
One final disclaimer. This story will do one of two things for you. It could help you survive, in which case, great!
Or, it could make you a target. In which case, congrats.
You'll die.
My name is Leilani Inigo. My friends call me Leila, and my enemies do too. And up until my school was invaded by a multi-headed THING, my day was going great.