I'm running, my breath slowly picks up. Police sirens reverberate through the concrete walls of the hallway I'm escaping through, a muffled roar makes my heart jump. Other office workers are running around me in panic, the stairs are the only way out now, the elevator is overfilled. Everyone moves with their own safety in mind, pushing other people in their way aside. Smoke covers the ceiling, the heat of fire trails across my back. My vision is blurry, I rip my suit off, trying to stay ahead of the crowds. An explosion ruptures through the hallway, knocking people over. I want to help them, but I don't know whats going on, if its a freak accident, or if another country is attacking us. Another roar, one that would only be heard in media, or strange music. I break away from the moving tide of ties and skirts, aiming for a nearby window.

I stutter to a halt, looking outside. The view shows halfway up nearby skyscrapers, the street is barely noticeable below. People flee in the nearby buildings, but the curious and suspicious glue their faces to windows. Cars below drive in a frenzy, people running for their lives on the sidewalks. Other office worker group up around me, peering over my shoulder. Everyone backs up on reflex when a fighter jet roars by, firing a missile at an unseen threat. Another roar, making the window vibrate on my fingertips. A violet stream of light slashes through the air, striking the Jet in the fuelsolodge. It explodes, fuel igniting into a brilliant fireball. More similar colored lasers streak by, hitting cars and people alike. I twist my head as much as i can, trying to see down the street, to where those projectiles came from.

In the distortion of the window, I spot something big, and alive moving. It blots out the setting sun, letting me get a better look at it. My eyes widen, I fight back the urge to vomit. A wall of moving flesh, pulsating and bleeding. thousands of detached eyes floating amongst the pile, the pupils dilating, focusing on people running around in front of it. Mounds on its side open up, revealing needle teeth mouths, living tongues with spikes. Tongues launch out of the mouths, catching people like a chameleon. The tongues drag them in, kicking and screaming, to the mouth. The mouths snap shut on them, devouring them in one go. The others around me turn and run, one of us fainted by my leg.

I back up, keeping my eyes on it as it get closer to the window. It passes by, a few seconds pass by of bleeding flesh rubbing against the window pane. Some eyes stare at me as it passes, smaller mouths open and close, tongues smacking against the glass, fogging it up. I turn and run, sweat running down my face. My usual clam and collected face is replaced with fear, my legs feel like they are locking up on me. That sight shattered me to my core, words could not explain how hideous whatever that thing is. Another roar, I clamp my hands over my ears. He window behind me shatters, I take a glance back, the stairs only a few steps away. The woman that was laying on the ground is gone, a long and slimy tongue crashes into the ceiling, glancing off the walls and floor, making a beeline for me.

I bust the door to the stair open, making it down. Something strong grabs my foot, yanking my leg out from under me. I smack my head on the stairs, trying to grab onto the doorframe. It slips away from my fingers, Im being dragged back through the hallway. Im smacked against the walls as I'm ripped away, finally being smashed into the broken glass pane, sharp pieces stab into me. Im plucked put of the office building, my wounds making me want to black out. The tongue flings me at the closest mouth, before going off to grab someone else. I sail through the air, my eyes blankly looking at the situation outside. Down farther into downtown, between the buildings, space is ripped open. The air looks like its being held open, red gases flood out of the massive hole. Other colossal creatures enter our world, with other smaller organisms scattering amongst them. They move out in a flood, attacking everything in sight. Animated skeletons, goblins, flying eyes, slimes, unknown creatures with large mandibles and pale bodies. Things I've only ever seen in fantasy games and movies, coming to life and joining our world. The rest of humanity will fall in the coming days, with that wall of living tissue leading the charge. But I'll never know, I'm about to be eaten anyway.

Needle like teeth close over me, I'm eaten, killed, destroyed.

At least I thought so.

My eyes snap open, my mouth opens to scream. Nothing comes out, a burning sensation of drowning over comes all of my sleeping senses. My lugs expand, gasping for air. My heart beings to throb, pounding in my ears. My hands claw at the air above me, I engage my abdominal muscles, propelling myself to a sitting position. My voice comes out as a constricted gasp, sweat forms on my face.

"Gah!"

I freeze in place, my eyes blankly staring ahead of me. There is no water, nothing to suffocate in. My mind feels like its buzzing static, any memory of what I was just doing is submerged in a pool of thick mud. I slowly lower my hands, inspecting them. My sight travels down my arms, over my tattered shirt and ripped pants. Small see through shards stick out of multiple spots across my body, they hurt to pull out and they leave bruises in the skin. But the bruises quickly subside, leaving only a small pinprick of a hole behind. My breaths begin to level out, my strange urge to attack anything nearby slowly drifts away.

Trees tower above me, their green leaves are turned golden in morning rays of the sun. A slight breeze runs through the forest floor, small bushes and grasses line the path in every direction. Small birds fly amongst the canopy, their colors ranging from pale to bright red and deep blue. Rather large mushrooms grow near the roots of older trees, big red spots cover up their hoods. And, far away, a rather unnatural mountain range lines the horizon, their peaks either flat, or incredibly spiked. The smell of pollen and moss fills my nose, the sun gives me a warm feeling. I feel stupid, freaking out in such a peaceful place. But a strange feeling travels up my neck, I'm being watched.

"H-Hello?"

My voice slices through the calming silence, giving the unreal world around me a more grounded tone. I shift my hands across the grass and dead leaves, giving my head a more stable anchor swivel around, looking for whoever is out there. My fingers brush something hard and cold, a shiver travels up my fingertips. I whisk my hand away on reflex, leaning away from the source. My vision pans down, landing on a dark purple sword. I shuffle away, watching it cautiously. Its a rather long sword, its razor sharp blade is about as long as my leg. The handle would easily fit both of my hands, and the cross guard is jagged, with pointed spikes protruding out of the top of it. Near the base of the weapon's blade, where its center of balance would be, an hourglass shaped hole runs through the thick of it, from how it looks, its a design choice.

After studying the sword, I eventually gather the courage to pick it up. My arm whips into the air, carrying the sword with it. Im taken back, I was expecting it to be much heavier. Small streams of light travel up its blade from my hand, spilling out of its edge when I wave the sword around. Im quite perplexed by it, its color is such a contrast to everything around me, it sticks out like a sore thumb.

"You're finally awake."

My hands stutter, I drop the sword. It lands with a muffled thump on the forest floor, but my attention is ripped away from it. A newcomer slows to a halt next to me, looking down at the violet sword laying next to his leather boots. He wears an olive shirt, his pants look like the normal pair of jeans. A small satchel rests tied to his belt, red spotted mushrooms filling its pockets nearly to the max.

"Uh." I'm at a loss for words, I flex my hand, trying to get rid of that chilling feeling the sword gave me.

The man looks over me, his face looks like it glitched, but it might of just been my imagination.

"What's your name, friend?"

"It's."

A name flashes in my mind, without rhyme or reason, it sounds correct.

"It's Jack."

The man thinks about, before extending a hand.

"Nice to meet you Jack, my name is Andrew; You look pretty beat up, lets get you out of this forest, yeah?"

It takes me a moment, but I accept his hand.

"Y-Yeah."