Chapter 1: The apocalypse and the weird dude
And they were all dead, all ten of them.
I was reading a book when a bright light struck the sky. It's not even raining but a bolt of lightning just flashed across the horizon and thunder roared everywhere. I was sitting on the last seat in the back row. I may look like a nerd, but I hate listening to discussions.
"What's happening?"
The chatterbox of the class looked up at the sky and asked. His mouth was agape and there was a flea attempting to land on it.
I could have called out to him, informing him of the imminent danger, but I simply looked away. Even flies have the right to land anywhere.
"Is it raining? Why is there lightning and thunder on this bright day?"
"Maybe there's a fox wedding."
Another lightning struck. The light flashed all over the room like a beam of headlights hit us. I closed my eyes for a moment. I saw a bright light, then it turned dark.
The chatterbox called out to his listeners and they all looked up in the sky. Soon, everyone in the class was gaping by the window, watching a lightning performance.
Maybe they hadn't seen lightning before, so they were all amazed by it. I flipped the book to the next page, but my focus was broken when someone shouted. I looked up, uninterested, but my droopy eyes widened when I saw something strange.
"W—What's that?!"