This fanfic is originally written for my school's english assignment but i decided why not post it up online, let others have a go at it.

I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THE BAD GRAMMAR YOU'RE ABOUT TO READ THROUGH [retreats]


Sirens started blaring from miles away,

survivors who are taking coverage inside a building that used to be a really popular fast food diner,

quickly pick up their belongings which they had brought from their now infested homes and runs out the diner's double doors,

into the road like their life depends on it — because it does.

The road,

it is deserted and has many abandoned vehicles lying around which some of them still have their drivers strapped to their seat sitting motionless and guts are spilled out from their bodies.

Cracks are visible on the dirty road it is cause by a mass destruction which happens to be the work of angels and demons.

The survivors ran like never before,

following the direction of where the sirens are blaring.

The survivors varies from little kids to elderly people and in the category of teenagers, there's me.

Yes I happen to be one of the unlucky ones to be involve in a supernatural war where i play the part of being a victim and survivor.

Poor me.