Chapter 1: Well that's new

I checked the time on the till for what felt like the billionth time in the past hour. I yawned and looked outside at the storm which was currently firing some lightening at the ground a block away. I say storm because anything with some lightning and thunder classes as a grade A storm in England. The rain is hardly anything new, but even then half of the customers do not really want to venture outside.

My name is Christina; I am a 22yr old that works in a petrol station. I have one hour before the shift change over comes in and the weather shows no time in improving. I picked up a bunch of elastic bands and aimed at a giant spider who had decided to make its web above the confectionary shelves. I'm a terrible shot, I noted as the band when flying behind the coffee machine, never to be seen again.

Another crack of lightening brought my attention outside again, I froze slightly. The fuck is that? Outside, staring at me was a mutated, wrinkly shaved rabbit. It tried to turn and run but just limped a foot or so and stopped to look at me again.

Curiosity won eventually and I stepped outside to attempt to help the poor creature. As I may have mentioned, this is England. We don't have weird and wonderful creatures here, let alone dangerous ones so approaching a small critter of which I have never seen before did not strike me as a bad idea. I would be an amazing survivalist.

The sky continued to rumble above me as I made my way to the creature. I took a deep breath and stepped out from beneath the canopy and into the rain and pulled a face as I was almost instantly soaked. Well it's not like there are many customers to give a good impression to.

I approached the rabbit thing and it squeaked loudly, I responded in kind not expecting that in the slightest. The rabbit mutation started and tried to run again, obviously failing and squeaked in pain some more. I sighed and reached down to pick the thing up. The minute my hands touched the leathery skin of the creature, my world exploded.

I screamed as white hot pain coursed through my body, limbs flailing in all directions as I felt my body hit the floor. And then: nothing.

I came to still on the hard ground with rain still pelting down. Would have thought a customer would have kicked me awake or something, cigarettes are important to a drunk after all. I groaned loudly, my body feeling like it dropped 5 miles. I suppressed a shiver from the cold, since when did England get that cold? Well not in recent years anyway.

I looked up to see trees. Not a forecourt or pumps, trees. I take it I have been kidnapped? Pretty crap at it if they are, given all they really done was move me. Fun night out I guess.

'Fuck,' I muttered, then froze. 'No,' I said disbelieving. The next few minutes could only be described as me groping myself in the rain. The action confirmed my worst fears. I was a guy. Like a guy with a dick and no boobs wearing a bra. I took a few seconds to realise the importance of 'readjusting' and discarding the now useless bra.

First things first, I thought to myself, standing up on shaky legs and making my way towards the edge of the rock I was standing on. An ocean stretched out in front of me, I looked down each side of the coast looking for some kind of seaside town or something. It was then that it hit me, it was dark, unnaturally dark, or rather naturally so. No artificial light at all, normally towns even in the distance will give off some artificial light visible. How far out am I? There are no roads from what I can see, no other people.

'Hey! What are you doing up there?' A loud voice boomed from down below. There was a group of people standing on the gravel beach looking up at me. In armour. Because if you're going to go crazy cult, you do it properly and have freaking massive swords too, I think and switch my attention to the guy currently waving me down and nearly fainted. A massive bulk of a man with grey/purple skin, covered in scars and with an eye patch. Oh, and let's not forget the horns, an impressive set that only seemed to compliment the rest of the creature.

'Oh, hi,' I managed, waving back, my new deep voice wavering slightly.

'Come on down here, there's a giant fighting a dragon near here. It's fucking beautiful,' that's when I fainted.

Authors note:

Thanks for reading! This is my first fic I have posted on this site so contructive crit is welcome :).