Hi, this isnt really the next chapter but i will spice things up a bit. To spice it up even more I will even use the marvelous font of italics. Enjoy :)

Sunday, September 30th

Somewhere near Chicago, Illinois

"Three more hours of work left," I told myself. It had been a long night shift and the sun was beginning to rise. God, I hated night shifts. My name is Sam Hillary and let me tell you, working overnight at a convenience store is painful work. Never work there.

Its funny, I was expecting the sun to begin rising by now. It was 7pm and cars were on the road to work. The mornings were getting darker by the day and daylight savings was yet to be seen. Despite the coming of winter, the sun should have been up by now. Due to the fact that there were no customers around, I peeped outside to see what was going on. There was a stormcloud. The darkest stormcloud I had ever seen. Blocking out the sun I presumed. I knew there was a storm incoming but it wasnt due for a few hours. Lightning and thunder were rumbling the ground beneath me and I felt uneasy. Its that feeling when you suspect that something bad is going to happen.

I stepped further outside into the empty parking lot. The main road outside was jammed solid of looked like there were going to be some late employees to their work today. I could see some of their faces. Many looked frustrated and angry, and some felt the same feeling that I was feeling. My daydreaming stopped when thunder boomed into an earttquake. It rattled everything around be, the trees shook and then all became eerily still. The wind stopped all together anad a shiver went down my spine. It was time to get inside.

Thats when I heard something. It was an unexplainable echoing roar. I must have been hearing things, until I looked to the road. People started to panick and flee from their cars. Catching my eye to my left, I saw fire. A blazing fire on the road. The noise returned again, louder and closer and combined with the panicked screams of business men and women. The very nose shook up the ground more than the thunder and I lost my balance. I staggered back up to see a shape fly over me. Looking at downtown brought a scream from my mouth. The iconic skyscrapers of Chicago were in flames as if the apocalypse had arrived. In fact, I think the apocalypse had arrived. Everyone around me was fleeing from the shape which landed on the ground before me.

The breath was hot and smelled like rotten flesh as it traveled through my nostrils. It's shadow loomed over me like a giant. The pavement at it's feet was cracked from the immense weight. Then there was the shape itself. Scales stronger than steel lined its skin in a majestic pattern. They flowed from head to tail and upon the crest of the head were black, shiny horns. Eight of them with the two on the outside taller. There were massive wings the size of with a deadly hook at the fulcrum of it's arm. The creatures face was long and scaly. The snout was the size of me and the jawline was equipped with countless weapons of bone.

At last I looked up from the beast to it's rider. It was a slender young man. He was equipped in medival armor and had a sly grin in his face. Then his beady yellow eyes looked at me and deprived me of courage and honour.

They were the last thing I ever saw.