party. He was in the military, did a couple of tours overseas, but now he is home and back to playing his old jokes. He is around six foot tall, dark brown hair and very good looking judging by the number of girls trailing after him. We have known each other for years and decided to bunk up to save money, that, and I don’t think anyone else could put up with his practical jokes.
Well that gives a decent picture about who I was, just another young adult living just like thousands of others, nothing special or out of the ordinary, or so I thought.
So what makes me special enough to keep you here listening to me ramble on about my life? It’s what came next, after all hell broke loose on earth… literally.
Chapter 2
So it all began two years ago . No, not hell breaking loose, that comes later. But the warning of what was to come. It all happened in a dream, which I normally would have discounted as being the side effect of Mexican food if not for the fact it left proof behind like a one night stand without the benefits of protection. No, I didn’t get knocked up in my dream, but that would probably have been preferable.
I got a warning. Out of the billions of people on earth I received one of the select few warnings that the end was near. This warning wasn’t in an email or a little heads up; it was a n in-depth look into what was to come. Hell pretty much sums it up. The dream started out normal as far as dreams go. I was sitting in my living room watching a live broadcast of some archeological dig happening halfway across the world. I’m a nerd even in my dreams, what can I say.
The narrator was explaining that the dig team was unearthing a relic from what was believed to be Atlantis, finally solid proof that the civilization actually existed. He went on to describe the story of Atlantis, how this once great civilization disappeared seemingly overnight leaving no trace behind until now, somewhere in the dessert in what used to be Mesopotamia. Apparently the receding sea levels had something to do with it finally being discovered. As I watched the team cleared off a huge metal circle inscribed with runes and pictures I couldn’t make out, and hell I don’t think the dig team could either. It was then that I started to get a bad feeling even in my dream.
It’s looked like a vault of some sort, and all I kept thinking is that you never open something that you can’t read. Period. Every scary movie in history tells you the same thing, but no one ever listens. It sure didn’t stop the archeologist anyway as they began to turn what looked to be combination locks on the vault. Then suddenly there was roar so loud that it sent the camera man to his knees and took out the sound, but not the live feed. You could see people running and screaming trying to figure out what was going on like some modern day silent movie. The cameraman however, a true believer in the statement the show must go on apparently, continued to film.
As the vault slowly opened, the top sliding into a hidden compartment, heat poured out into the archeological dig. Even on the TV one could see the heat waves radiating out from the opening, what one could not see, or hear were the screams also coming from the vault. The look of terror on the crews face could be plainly seen though as they ran from what was inside. Maybe they finally realized the wisdom of not opening things if you do not know what they contain, either way it was too late. About that time I returned my focus to where the steadfast camera man was still filming, and saw what looked like a hand reach out of the vault, just as the screen went black.
The next part of my dream took me into the dessert surrounding the dig. A virus had broken out in the surrounding towns, hundreds had already succumbed to this new illness, and chaos ensued. Buildings were on fire, the wailing of those filled with grief filled the air
Well that gives a decent picture about who I was, just another young adult living just like thousands of others, nothing special or out of the ordinary, or so I thought.
So what makes me special enough to keep you here listening to me ramble on about my life? It’s what came next, after all hell broke loose on earth… literally.
Chapter 2
So it all began two years ago . No, not hell breaking loose, that comes later. But the warning of what was to come. It all happened in a dream, which I normally would have discounted as being the side effect of Mexican food if not for the fact it left proof behind like a one night stand without the benefits of protection. No, I didn’t get knocked up in my dream, but that would probably have been preferable.
I got a warning. Out of the billions of people on earth I received one of the select few warnings that the end was near. This warning wasn’t in an email or a little heads up; it was a n in-depth look into what was to come. Hell pretty much sums it up. The dream started out normal as far as dreams go. I was sitting in my living room watching a live broadcast of some archeological dig happening halfway across the world. I’m a nerd even in my dreams, what can I say.
The narrator was explaining that the dig team was unearthing a relic from what was believed to be Atlantis, finally solid proof that the civilization actually existed. He went on to describe the story of Atlantis, how this once great civilization disappeared seemingly overnight leaving no trace behind until now, somewhere in the dessert in what used to be Mesopotamia. Apparently the receding sea levels had something to do with it finally being discovered. As I watched the team cleared off a huge metal circle inscribed with runes and pictures I couldn’t make out, and hell I don’t think the dig team could either. It was then that I started to get a bad feeling even in my dream.
It’s looked like a vault of some sort, and all I kept thinking is that you never open something that you can’t read. Period. Every scary movie in history tells you the same thing, but no one ever listens. It sure didn’t stop the archeologist anyway as they began to turn what looked to be combination locks on the vault. Then suddenly there was roar so loud that it sent the camera man to his knees and took out the sound, but not the live feed. You could see people running and screaming trying to figure out what was going on like some modern day silent movie. The cameraman however, a true believer in the statement the show must go on apparently, continued to film.
As the vault slowly opened, the top sliding into a hidden compartment, heat poured out into the archeological dig. Even on the TV one could see the heat waves radiating out from the opening, what one could not see, or hear were the screams also coming from the vault. The look of terror on the crews face could be plainly seen though as they ran from what was inside. Maybe they finally realized the wisdom of not opening things if you do not know what they contain, either way it was too late. About that time I returned my focus to where the steadfast camera man was still filming, and saw what looked like a hand reach out of the vault, just as the screen went black.
The next part of my dream took me into the dessert surrounding the dig. A virus had broken out in the surrounding towns, hundreds had already succumbed to this new illness, and chaos ensued. Buildings were on fire, the wailing of those filled with grief filled the air
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