After a good twenty minute walk, Kyle and I hadn’t come across any more trouble. We reached Gracie Square Hospital, and it wasn’t a pretty sight. Civilians and police officers were arriving in droves, some wounded or bringing in their wounded friends or family members. I slowly made my way up the steps of the hospital followed by dozens of others.

Hospital staff rushed through the lobby, nurses checking on patients that weren't already being treated to by the doctors. Others such as secretaries were taking the names of individuals who had to wait.

“Next!” shouted the secretary, I approached the desk my brother still in my arms. The African American woman sat back in her chair looking over her clip board. Not even bothering to look up at me. She slapped down a information paper in front of me, “I’m going to need your name, birthday, and any medical history.”

“I’m sorry ma'am but my brother needs a immediate medical attention.” I said in a rush. The women still didn’t look up at me,

“I’m sorry sir but all individuals must go through the paperwork before getting consulted by a doctor. Next!” I slammed my right hand on the table in frustration,

“No!” I yelled, “My brother’s dying right now, and all you do is tell me to go fill out some fucking useless medical forums!” The women looked up at me obviously by her expression she is really stressed out right now.

“I’m sorry sir but you're not the only that has told me that today. Now please go take a seat.” The women remarked. Pissed off I snatched the paperwork off the desk, looking around the lobby. I saw dozens of people, maybe even a hundred or so. If not all most of them had some sort of injury ranging from broken arms, to gash marks and deep cuts. Reaching to my right to retrieve the pen on the table, I found a nearby seat and got to work.

“Do you mind if I take a look at him?” asked a woman in front of me. Looking up I saw a nurse, dressed in her uniform she was coaxed in blood. Looks like she just got back from doing surgery.

“Th-that would be great!” I said, finally some light is being shined on my day. The nurse crouched down in front of my brother.

“What caused his injury?” she asked.

“A bite from a Rottweiler,” I said. Reaching over she placed her hand on his eye. Spreading apart his eyelids, she flashed a small penlight into his eye.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m checking for pupil dilation, if his pupil shrinks in the light, he’s just unconscious, at worst in shock.” The nurse turned away from his eyes and carefully peeled the blood-stained shirt away from his wound. The wound looked ugly enough to me, but to her, it seemed satisfactory. “No signs of infection. Thank god no signs of rabies,” she said.

“Is that what you think caused all of this?” I said.

“It’s a possibility,” she replied with a despondent shrug. “But right now the chances of it being rabies are really low. The vets at the zoo have to test the animals there for rabies bi-monthly, and an outbreak wouldn’t be this quick. And it wouldn’t spread to every pet in the city without at least a few of their owners getting infected.” We sat in there for in a moment of silence, save for the sound of crying children and the groans of the wounded. Looking away from my brother I looked over at the entrance of the hospital, there stood three soldiers, National Guardsmen to be exact. Two in which looked to be lower ranks talking to their commander or something.

Is it that bad? That they need to actually call in the military? “How long have the weekend soldiers been here?” I asked the nurse.

She glanced over to the three armed men at the door. “They arrived here about a few hours ago, about forty minutes after the power surge. Whatever is going on, I have a feeling that the government might have something to do with it.”

“They aren’t telling you anything?” I asked. She shook her head reaching over and grabbing a thing of wipes she began to clean up Kyle.

“No, they just tell me to go back to what I’m doing, or they just say that’s classified.” For the rest of the time she worked in silence. I sighed, scribbling down what I knew of Kyle’s medical information and insurance.

“Well I’ve managed to stop his bleeding. What about you? Anything I can help with?” she asked.

I gave her a tired smile, but I shook my head. “All this crude paper is finished.” I said capping the pen.

“I’ll take that from you,” she gingerly took the papers out of my hand.

I sighed, “I’m afraid I never got your name.” The nurse smiled to me.

“I’m Nurse Cares, but you can just call me Sarah.” She stuck out her right hand. Which I kindly took.

“Isaac, Isaac Ridgewood.” I said.

“Isaac, huh? That’s a name I haven’t heard in awhile. Well, the Doctor will be with you shortly, Isaac.” With that Sarah left to go tend to other wounded. I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes, breathing a sigh of relief and foolishly believing that perhaps the worst of this horrific night was over.

“Get everyone out of here right now!” A soldier shouted, gunshots ringing throughout the hospital. My eyes instantly shot open my heart racing faster than ever, my ears rang at the sound of the rapid fire shots coming from the soldier’s carbines. Screams of civilians erupted inside the hospital and the began to run from whatever was attacking, I instinctively looked to my left to find that Kyle has gone missing!

Did he run off when the chaos started? No, he wouldn’t leave me behind like this! Also he was wounded and had a large amount of blood loss he wouldn’t have been able to move. At least not until he got some medical attention and some proper bed rest. I heard a scream of a soldier next thing I knew I was being propelled to the ground. On top of me laid an unconscious soldier with a shattered left arm. Pushing him off me I heard a loud roar and the sound of something beating its chest.

“Come at me you damn dirty ape- ARRGH!” Above me another National Guard soldier was thrown. This one slammed into the nearby white wall, for a moment I laid there not knowing if I should get up and run or lay here and wait for whatever was in here to leave.

A deep laugh erupted near the entrance of the hospital, “Puny humans think they can defeat the strong and powerful Kuntchra!” Kuntchra? What the Hell is a Kuntchra? I thought, a large shadow casted over me. What the Hell? “Huh? What do we have here? A sleepy human?” Above me was about a five foot tall silver back gorilla, who beared two large masculine arms. Was he the one that just spoke? Impossible! Animals can’t speak they don’t have the right types of vocal cords that would allow them to speak!

The soldier to my right moaned in pain, “Oh hohoho, it seems the little human is in pain. Here let Kuntchra help you...” Grabbing the soldier by the bottom of his chin the large Gorilla lifted him up off the ground.

“Kuntchra!” yelled a female voice, “We are not here to kill the humans, only to plunder.”

The huge ape groaned. “Aww, but he attacked me with his thunder weapon. Look, he sliced a bit of my fur.” The gorilla complained, patting a small wound on his muscled forearm.

“Think of the Great Mother, Kuntchra. Do you think she would be pleased with you if you killed that defenseless demon? If you kill the defenseless ones, you become no better than they are!” Oh great now we’re being called demons. The gorilla groaned in disappointment tossing down the soldier he let out a cry of pain when he landed on his shattered arm.

“You ponies never let us Primates have fun.” Ponies? What the Hell is going on? Is this some type of animal revolt or something? This literally feels like I’m in a A Planet of the Apes movie or something. The gorilla sighed, turning away and heading away with the pony. I laid there in a few moments of silence. Not daring to move single muscle, as if I move a single millimeter I would die.

I need to find Kyle, the doctors must’ve taken him away for check up while I was asleep. After another few moments of silence I slowly began to climb to my feet, looking around the lobby I noticed how much of a mess it was. Bodies of soldiers and some civilians laid scattered across the floor. At first I feared the worst, I thought they were dead but after another glance I realized they were all unconscious. With a sigh of relief I made my way over the sea of toppled over desks and chairs.

I was heading towards the double doors in the back of the room. That’s where they must’ve taken Kyle, opening the doors just like the lobby this place was a mess. Doctors and nurses laid on the ground injured and unconscious. On the floor in front of me laid a soldier quickly I tried to hold back the urge barth up my breakfast.

The National Guard who laid in front me was dead, his skull had been cracked open by what seemed to be a metal pole which laid next to him. By his sighed though laid a nine millimeter pistol, leaning down I picked up the handgun. I never held a gun before, well not a real one. I don’t even know how use a gun correctly, I didn’t even like those god-awful shooting games that seemed to be all the rage. Well I’d better learn fast, there is no way I’m ending up like this poor bastard. Nervously placing my hand on the trigger, I stalked down the hallway, the barrel of my new weapon leading the way.

Room after room proved to be empty, and I searched for my brother but to no luck. The still silence of this place was chilling, and though there were living people all around me, I felt like this was some kind of horror movie. “Dammit Kyle where are you?” I hissed opening another door and peeking into the patient room, empty! Why are they all fucking empty! Did everyone just get up and leave! I highly doubt it! I pulled the door shut harder than I intended.

“Did you hear that?” An unfamiliar voice said up ahead. Quickly I jumped to the nearest janitors closet. Opening it I slid through the crack in the door and quietly pulled it shut, the sounds of footsteps no it sounds more like a horse walking on marble... What in God’s name!

Slightly leaving the door ajar I peered through the small crack, two horses... no, ponies came into view. Just like the one back in the streets they had a colorful coat and a mark on their rears. The thing though that bewildered me the most was their eyes from a distance they seemed normal but up close. The sheer size of them are just astonishing!

The two ponies looked around the hallway not even bothering to step over the bodies, the two just walked all over them as if they were some sort of carpet. The expressions on the doctors and nurses faces when they were stepped on angered me. Raising the nine millimeter, I prepared myself mentally to attack. I aimed the the barrel right outside the door. Slowly my finger squeezed the trigger.

I wouldn’t do that if I were you...

I flinched at the sound of the other voice. Spinning around quickly I took my eye off the two ponies. Looking around the janitors closet I realized no one else was in here except for me.

“Who are you!?” I hissed “Show yourself!” I aimed the gun blindly around the dark closet.

“It was probably our imagination.” Said one of the ponies outside. Turning my attention back out in the hallway, I saw the two ponies turn around and head back down the hallway. Looking around again to who spoke to me I saw that there wasn’t anyone,

“I must be going insane...” I whispered. Stepping back out into the hallway, I began to make my way to elevator. Obviously my brother wasn’t on this floor maybe if I can reach the elevator I could-

“You there, halt!” My heart stopped for second, turning around I saw three ponies looking at me. What’s with all these freaking ponies! This place is just crawling with them! The pony in the middle approached me, come on me it’s just a horse just take a few steps back and make a beeline to the elevator. The pony raised it’s hoof,

“Commander Flame, it’s just one demon let it go it won’t cause any harm.” The pony in back said she being able to tell by it’s voice was red and had a black mane. “Just look at it, it’s weak and doesn’t even have a weapon there is no point in-” I raised the nine millimeter and fired off a shot into the air. The recoil vibrating my entire arm the shot causing my ear to ring and pieces of drywall falling onto me from the hole in the ceiling. The three ponies flinched and took a few steps back.

With this diversion I turned and began sprinting down the hallway.

“After him!” shouted the pony in charge.

Come on, come on just a little further. I thought sweat pouring down my face, behind me I heard the sound of hoofs, I was never really the best athlete in high school but dear God was I flying fast down those hallways. Rounding another corner I saw the elevator, my heart leaped with joy.

The elevator dinged, what the Hell?

The door slid open revealing seven soldiers all of them wielding M4-Carbines all weapons raised and trained on me. “United States Marine Corps. Get on the ground now!” Shouted the soldier in the middle.

I flung my hands in the air dropping my gun. “I’m not the enemy!”

“I said get on the fucking ground!” Not wanting to get shot I dove the floor. Above me I heard the rapid fire sounds of seven carbines firing simultaneously. Seconds later I heard three objects hit the floor.

“Cease fire! Cease fire! Hostiles down! Fan out inspect any rooms that may contain the enemy!” The sounds of soldiers spreading about inspecting the other patient rooms. In front of me a soldier squatted down, “Alright sir it’s safe to get up now.” Looking up I saw a middle aged man looking down at me smiling he scratched his beard and stuck his hand out to me. “Captain David A. Steward, commander of the Giant Squadron” I grinned and took his hand pulling me back to my feet David looked around the room. “This place went to shit fast didn’t it?” he asked. I nodded my head quickly, glad to see some heavily armed people around who could help me.

“Uh... Captain, what the Hell is going on? Where are all the patients?” I asked. The Marine looked at me and shook his head.

“Son, I don’t entirely know, one moment I’m at home with my wife and that random surge of energy struck. About thirty minutes later I have my superiors knocking on my door telling me they need down in Manhattan. As for the patients before the attack on the hospital we evacuated them to Central park for Helicopter Evac.”

I took a few steps back running a hand through my hair I sighed at least Kyle was safe, is all I could think of. “Do you think you could escort me there?” I asked looking back towards the captain. The Marine captain nodded.

“That’s the reason why we’re here, but by the looks of it,” Steward looked around at all the unconscious civilians, “It looks as if we're going to need a truck. Private Jenkins, radio HQ and ask for a M939!”

“Long range communication is still down, sir!” the Marine further down the hallway shouted back. Steward cursed under his breath,

“Looks like you're the only one who’s going to be tagging along with us for now.”

“Cap’, we got one that’s awake over here!” A Marine said with a slight western accent, he approached us carrying a young nurse in his arms her eyes were slightly open and she was breathing heavily. “It looks as if she was knocked out cold, but she should be okay in few minutes.” Looking at the Guardsman I saw a patch on his arm with the red cross symbol on it, he must be the medic of this squad. I thought looking back over at the girl I recognized her immediately.

“Sarah!” I said running over to assist the medic.

“You know this girl?” he asked

“Please, just call me Isaac, but yes this is the nurse who helped me and my brother before the attack.” I said placing her other arm around my neck.

“Well that’s mighty kind of her,” he said, “Here, lay her down gently in this chair right here so I can check up on her. Here, take this canteen, there’s a water fountain down the hall and to the right. I need you to get some water, can you do that for me, Isaac?” I nodded and took the empty canteen. Before I could leave though the medic shoved a M9 in my hand. “If you see any of those freaks, don’t be afraid to shoot any of em. Now go, we evac for Central Park in twenty!”

I slowly made my way down the hallway my gun aimed out in front, the eerie silence be coming just unendurable. My own paranoia creeping up on me, the silence outside was daunting just last night the sounds of chaos were everywhere but now it has been replaced with this silence...

I found the water fountain the man was telling me about, shoving the beretta in my pocket I jogged up to the machine, unscrewing the cap on the canteen. Large dents have been formed in front of the machine and just below laid a cop who I guess was the cause of the dents. Gently dragging the man aside, I held the open end of the canteen under the faucet, and to my surprise the machine still worked. I pushed the button for the water a loud bang came from the machine but no water. I growled to the unresponsive machine and kicked it angrily. The water fountain groaned, and a spurt of water lazily began to dribble out of the faucet. Holding the canteen under the faucet.

But while I was turning around I was stopped by a pony, instinctively I pulled out the M9 and aimed at the pony. “Stay back!” I shouted, the pony tilted its head like a confused dog, her coat was green, and she had some type of tattoo of a shield on her rear. Her green mane was long and flowed down to her back with few yellow streaks. I stared at the pony for a few minutes trying to decipher why hasn’t it attacked me yet.

Then, finally it spoke, “Don’t fight this.”

I flinched, but her voice was calm and soothing like a mother trying to calm her young and frightened child. But nothing could dampen the mind bending thought that a gaudy little horse was speaking to me in fluent English. “Do not fight this, and if you do decide to fight this, you’ll surely fail.” Then finally it dawned on me, this was the creature who saved Kyle and I the night before.

“Why...” I asked, lowering my gun, “Why did you stop the rhino last night? Why did you stop it from killing us? Why is this happening? What is happening?” The pony looked up at me and said nothing, seconds later she turned and began walking towards the window on the far side of the room. Sunlight seeped through the blinds, and she raised her hind legs and kicked open the window. But before she left, she turned back to me.

And she said to me, “In time, it will all become clear.” With that she dove out the window.

“Alright, I got the water.” I handed the medic his canteen.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the water.

“Did you find anything wrong with her?” I asked, concerned for the nurse who had done so much to help my brother.

“Visible damage is limited to a small gash on the side of her head and some bruises. But she suffered pretty bad head trauma, she could have a concussion.” The medic took the water and poured a bit onto a rag, raising it up to her head he gently brushed at the splotches of blood on her face. The medic turned to me. “Isaac, can you part her hair a bit so I can get to the wound?” I nodded, and approached Sarah. I gently grabbed the silky locks of her hair, parting them away from the wound. It was a nasty cut, and small drops of blood still dribbled from her wound, but it was survivable.

“I never did get your name,” I said while the medic did his work, gently cleaning her wound. Placing the rag aside he pulled off his backpack and began digging through it,

“I’m Private Nigel J. Rooker,” he said while pulling out a medkit. I wanted to offer him a hand to shake, but I knew that Private Rooker wouldn’t take it. The medic was in his zone, and if I interrupted him now, it could end up hurting Nurse Cares. Rooker fished a few gauze pads out of his kit, and he dabbed just a little disinfectant on each one, pressing them down on the unconscious nurse’s wound.

“Well, thanks for saving me back there Nigel. I guess I owe you a drink after all this is over.” The medic nodded to me, engrossed in his duty.

“You’re welcome,” he said distantly. Private Rooker finished cleaning and dressing the wound, wrapping a roll of gauze around Nurse Cares’ cut. Letting out a sigh of relief, Rooker leaned back, having done as much as he could for the nurse. “You know, that was the first time I ever fired my gun,” he said. I stared at him, confused. “Well not at a creature at least. See when I first enlisted into the Marines, I was looking to be in the infantry. You know, be on the front lines, get in the action, earn some medals. Well it so turns out I’m really good when it comes to medical shit. That’s mostly because my mom was a veterinarian and dad was surgeon. You see, everyday when I was little I always asked my father and mother questions about their jobs. Over time these little facts and stories begin to stick with you and never leave you. Well when I took the test to see what position I should be put in for the military. I realized that maybe infantry wasn’t my thing. Yeah, I still wanted to on the front lines, but I also wanted to work in the medical field. So I took up being a medic. And here I am, saving lives instead of taking them. Sending people home in a wheelchair instead of a body bag.”

“Well it seems you have a nice past, but what does that have to do with you never firing a gun?” Nigel leaned back, throwing away the packaging from the gauze and reaching into his kit for another roll of bandages.

“Well you see, sir-” the Marine medic began.

“Please, just call me Isaac.” I hated when people address me like that...

“Alright Isaac, we medics don’t really get to fight. We got move in fast get who over is injured and get the Hell out of there. We hardly fight, I’ve only been on the battlefield three times, counting this.” Nigel finished the wrapping the last of the bandages around Sarah’s head. “I was sent in with the Giant Squadron to retrieve and treat the survivors here at this hospital-”

“We got hostiles inbound to our position!” Shouted an African American Marine who bolted around the corridor stopping right in front of us.

“Shit! That’s impossible, scouts said this area was clear except for the hospital,” said Captain Steward. “And we just cleared the damn hospital.” The Marine took a deep breath.

“Charlie said he would take the rooftop for lookout in case of any enemy sightings. He spotted a whole freaking swarm of them heading this way.” Captain Steward sighed and began rubbing his temples.

“Alright Deshaun go get Charlie and the others, were getting the Hell out of here now!” The Marine nodded his head and sat off to go warn the others. Steward looked at me, his face stern and emotionless. “Alright civi, I need you and Private Rooker there to take that girl and go around back to the parking garage and search for a vehicle we can use.”

“What about you, Captain?” Nigel asked while taking Sarah’s arm and draping it over his neck.

“Don’t worry about me son, I’ve been in the service for almost twenty years I know what I’m doing. Before you go though, when you get a car come around front and honk three times, if we don’t show up in thirty seconds drive to Central Park like a bat outta Hell and warn HQ.” Nigel gave the Captain a quick salute and turned to me.

“Okay Isaac, we’re gonna go as quickly as we can, but as quietly as we can. Enemy forces are likely to be coming at us from all sides, and at any moment I may have to hand her off to you so I can provide suppressing fire. Move from cover to cover, and find a safe spot to hunker down if this turns into firefight. Are you ready for this?” he asked. I nodded my head.

“As long as I get to see my brother by the end of this, yes.” Nigel nodded back,

“Alright lets go parking garage is this way.”

After a few seconds of walking Nigel decided to break the silence. “So what did you do before all this?” he asked.

“I worked for a insurance company, back in one of the skyscrapers.” Nigel smiled while we turned a corner.

“What type of insurance like medical, life,-”

“Car insurance,” I quickly replied. I was not overly proud of my career. There were no good stories that one could tell about the workings of a dull, boring automotive insurance office. Nothing that could compare to Nigel, a man who had probably seen the most brutal and bloody side of human conflict in the Middle East. Nor even like Sarah, who single-handedly saved lives every day of the year.

“Oh... Neat.” We continued on for a few moments of silence. “So did you have girl?”

“What?” I looked over at him confused.

“You know, a special lady waiting for you outside the city. Maybe a gal that you decided to spend the rest of your life with?” I brought my hand up to silence him.

“I know what you meant, you just caught me off guard. That’s all,” I replied.

“So... Do you have one?” he reiterated.

I flashed a quick grin, carefully shifting Sarah’s arm to a more comfortable place on my shoulder. “Well there was this one girl. We weren’t dating or anything we, we more like really good friends.” Nigel nodded in understanding.

“So like friends with benefits?”

“Aw! Hell no! I would never do that with a friend of mine!”

Nigel chuckled quietly under his breath. The Marine medic slowed down as we approached another hallway, motioning for me to hold onto Sarah. I shifted the unconscious woman solely onto my shoulder, and Private Rooker raised up his rifle, carefully peering around the corner.

“Okay, the doors are just down this hallway. Now Ike, we need to be as quiet as possible, we don’t know what could be in there,” he whispered. I nodded to the medic, and he led the way down the hall, sliding back the action on his rifle and chambering a shell. Rooker reached up to his scope, twisting a knob and shooting out a beam of green laser-light that would pinpoint his shots without looking down the scope. We approached a set of double doors at the end of the hall, the bright red lettering above it indicating that this was the entrance to the parking complex.

“So how did you know the parking garage was this way?” I whispered while we slowly approached the door.

“Before I joined the military, this was my hometown. When I was just a kid, my grandma came here, feeling ill and hurting all over. Doctor said it was leukemia, that she didn’t have long to live. Almost everyday I would come and visit her, and after walking around these halls so many times, you start to learn the layout like the back of your hand.” Rooker said quietly. And though I knew he was trying to stay as stealthy as possible, I could see the medic choking up.

“Were you two close?” I asked. Nigel looked over at me before opening the door and nodded.

“She was like a second mother to me, the day she told me she had leukemia and only had a few months to live was probably one of the worst days of my life.” Nigel opened the door revealing us to the almost pitch black parking garage.

“Damn, I can barely see.” I said.

“Don’t worry, I got this.” A few seconds passed a blinding ray of light admitted from the tip of Nigel’s carbine. “Got a flashlight built on this gun, really comes in handy in situations like-” The sound of gunfire stopped Nigel in mid sentence. “Oh shit, alright we gotta work fast find a car preferably one that is big enough to support all of us!”

“Well I can’t search if I don’t have a light!” I stated Nigel sighed,

“Look in my bag I should have a spare!” Nigel turned his back to me so I could open his bag and look in. Shuffling through his bag was extremely difficult due to the fact I couldn’t see shit. The gunfire began grow louder and louder they were probably being pushed back by the enemy. “Come on man we don’t got all day!”

“Well it would help if I could actually fucking see!” I retorted. I reached my hand deeper down and I felt my fingers scrape something that was a metal cylinder. Grasping my fingers around It I pulled out an extra flashlight! “Ah ha!” I cheered.

“Alright you take the right side I’ll take the left!” I ran towards the right side of the parking garage, searching every car it all wasn’t that hard trying to find car. Due to the fact this place was full of cars. It was the matter of fact finding a car that was big enough to support nine people and one you could actually get into which that part was easy because I could just easily break it open.

“Did you find the right car yet!” Nigel called out.

“I didn’t know we were looking for a specific type of car!” I yelled back.

“Well obviously I think a truck would be the best, or a van that could work too!”

“Well you should fill me in on everything before getting to work because I just passed three vans and two trucks!” I shouted.

“Well I thought it would be fucking obvious!” I frowned he had a point there. After a few seconds of silence like literally everything gone silent no more gunfire, no sounds of any animals just a creepy eerie silence.

“You hear that?” I called over finding a nice blue Chevy Silverado.

“Hear what?” He replied, “I hear nothing?”

“Exactly... Do you think they’re okay?” I asked

“Who knows... Maybe they actually drove the animals back.”

“Well anyways come over here I found our ride.” I said taking the M9 and bashing the trucks window open. Seconds later Nigel jogged up carrying Sarah on this back,

“Okay good... Do you know how to hotwire a car?” I asked.

“Step aside I got this. But first take the girl and put her in the back.” Nigel handed Sarah over to me which I gently took her in my arms. Nigel opened the door stepping in he unlocked the back, allowing me to place Sarah inside while he got to work hotwiring. “Ah! Fucking... Argh!” Nigel cursed.

“What!?” I pulled out my recently acquired pistol, fumbling it around in my hands until I had a firm grip on the strange weapon.

“Just... nothing just shocked myself that’s all,” he growled, jamming his finger into his mouth to take the edge off.

After a few minutes of trying to hotwire the Chevy’s engine roared to life. “Whooo! Alright!” We both cheered.

“Alright let’s go get the others!” Nigel slammed on the gas pedal and the truck sped forward. “Alright like Captain Steward said we're going to drive to the front and honk three times if they don’t show in thirty seconds we’re getting the Hell out of- Oh shit!” A loud roar wracked our ears and the ground literally heaved, as a large full grown African Elephant tore down the aluminum garage doors.

“Turn! Turn!” I shouted grasping the sides of my seat.

“I am I am!” Nigel made sharp right turn, turning out of the way of colossus path as it charged. “Alright we’ll just use the southern exit!” The elephant stopped in its charge and turned towards us. It let out a frustrated roar and began to give chase, tipping and flinging cars out of its way.

“Come on we’re almost there we just need a little more gas-” I was stopped in mid sentence by a loud bang, last thing I remember of that moment is the car flipping and me blacking out.