I remember that fateful day. I was going about my day, thinking that it was going be like any other day. I was working as a kitchen hand when it happened. Fire rained down from the sky and giant red spikes grew out of the ground, on of them appearing right in front of me. I was about to run but another fireball crashed through the roof but this one landed beside me, sending me flying to a nearby wall.
My ears rang and my body ached all over. I coughed up blood, a sign of my imminent end. I struggled to open my eyes and I wish I never had. Right in front of me was a monstrous creature. It had the ugliest face I had ever seen but it was not a laughing matter, rather, the horrendousness of its visage only served to make me more fearful. It had jagged skin with black markings. It appeared to have what barely looked like wings. I say barely because they were very small and stunted. To top it all off, it had a sword. A large one.
Its eyes landed on me and I had never been more afraid in all of my life. It looked into my eyes and snickered. It took one step towards me. I tried to back up but my body was too damaged to move. I was forced to watch in agony as the monster took his damn time, trying to intimidate me, savoring my fear, as he walked step by step. He raised his blade but I couldn't look away. My eyes were glued to the tool that would end my existence. It swung down and by some miracle, I stayed conscious. I stayed conscious as I look at my own body but it was without its head. My head landed on my lap and I stared in shock, not being able to scream as my respiratory system was cut off, before I finally saw black.
That day, I didn't think I would get to witness the apocalypse. That day, I didn't think I would reach my life's end. That day, I didn't think I would wake up several days later with pale skin and a hole each in my chest and head.