The sidewalk jerked from side to side underneath my black tennis shoes. As I fell into the street the books I had been reading bent backwards and sprawled all over the cement. I got back up to my knees and scrambled to pick up my hoard from the Terren West Library. The ground shook harder as I came to a stand and I fell back on my knee-caps. The road in front of me cracked into large hunks shaped like broken ice floating on a pond.
From the center of the massive blocks emerged a monster, a centipede so large it could have swallowed six of my clones at once and would have had room for more. It didn't have a normal centipede's limbs, the king if you weren't too careful they'd break off but large muscular fore-arms. It's shiny red exoskeleton blended beautifully with the setting skies that covered the background. It bore dozens of rows of sharp shiny teeth at me.
I turned around; books held tightly against my chest and realized I didn't know where to run. Earlier I had been so interested in my book that I had been walking aimlessly for double the time it took me to get back to the orphanage. A screeching sound that reminded me of scraping metal sounded behind me and I ran as far as I could, I would figure out how to get back later. The beat of my shoes against the cement that was slowly breaking behind me as the giant worm attacked.
Why the heck would it be coming after me? I asked myself, at the time there seemed to be no reason.
I realized that I had run into a terrible part of town. Shops covered in broken glass lined the street. I was surprised that the silence I had when reading my book wasn't enough to shake me from my imagination. I took a left and skidded into what I thought was another road but it was only a pitch black alleyway. The centipede coiled ready to strike.