The noise was deafening, but slowly fading. What could it be?
Running, I am sprinting away: away from the terrible, agitated beast. Down the narrow alleyways, down the roads as destroyed as a wasteland. I have been running for eight long years from this monster: it always seems to find me sooner or later.
There is nothing left of my town now: houses destroyed, everyone dead. A deafening, screeching noise is coming from where the mayor's house was: is he still alive?
The noise is deafening, but slowly fading: what could it be?
By Holly.