This is my first attempt I hope you enjoy it, this is nothing more than I sampler chapter if I get enough reviews or followers I'll continue.
I don't remember the specifics; how I got there, how it all happened, or when it even started for that matter. No, my memory picks up after the dust had settled; I was lying on something hard, it seemed to be the middle of a New York City street only mangled and mutated by whatever had taken place in the moments before. My leg was tangled at an odd angle, presumably broken although I felt no pain; my arm bleeding badly and my head throbbing painfully. I quickly realized calling for help would be useless, even if I did have the energy, it seemed the streets were empty, deserted even, any sign of help far away and most likely overflowing with others far worse than me, or dead. That's when I saw many large aircraft crowd the sky above as if I was in the center of the chaos that had taken place. Shortly there were people dressed in black repelling down to scavenge the streets below, for survivors most likely, that's when a large man spotted me calling out something to the others, suddenly I was surrounded by a large team of what I hoped were medically trained men and women. Even as I tried to protest they started to examine me even though the damage wasn't that hard to notice, it wasn't until I whimpered in pain at the feeling of my leg being prodded that their work slowed; after that I was given a shot its effects I do not remember.
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