PROLOGUE

When it begins, when it begins, when it begins", calls the voice.

"When what begins?", I scream. But silence is the only reply. The fog is growing thicker and dread fills my stomach. A hand reaches around my head firmly clamping my mouth shut.

"When it begins…", says the voice. That faceless harsh voice, with the echo calling out behind it. That sinister way they curl their words. I can feel a light breath on my neck, and here their shallow breathing so close to my ear. They're so close to me, if only I could turn my head enough to see their face. But I can't move. It's as if I'm frozen.

"… You must be ready.", the voice continues. There's an explosion in the distance and I feel a prick in the back of my leg. I concentrate all my energy to turn and look at the stinging spot on my calf. A scream escapes my throat and then another, and then another, then another.