(WPOV, Present day…)
My eyes slowly flutter open. I'm aware of nothing but… pain. Yes, horrible, excruciating pain! From my prone position I see the sky, red and darkened by ash and smoke. Like ghosts from the fog, Xorda ships hover hundreds of miles above me, their outlines just visible through the clouds. With a grunt, I force myself into a sitting position, taking a look around. The land that used to be my main pasture is now a wasteland, barren except for sand and a few burning patches of greenery. Damn, those gene bombs did some damage...
I glance down at myself and see red fur. At least there's one good thing about this. Now I'm permanently stuck in this form. I was getting tired of my human form. I hear light stirring to my left, and see blaze picking herself off the ground, back in her Mobian form. Good, I like her Mobian form better anyways…
"Are you alright?" I ask, trudging over and helping her up.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Do you have any idea where the others are?" I ask. Blaze shakes her head.
"No, we'll have to find them." She replies. We spend a few eerie moments watching the massive ships float around overhead, when an idea sparks.
"Blaze, what's the date?" I ask, not looking down.
"December 21, 2012…" she whispers…
…The end of the world…
Suddenly, there's a rustling sound behind us. Blaze whirls around and gasps in surprise.
"WYATT, LOOK OUT…!"
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