The Final Countdown

So...where do I go from here?

With every passing week, my editor sends me a handful of changes to make to each chapter. This is the final draft, and I am both excited and horrified. What do I do next with this piece of work that I spent more than a year writing? Self-publish? Maybe....I might just fail and have the written piece considered "damaged goods". If that happens, no publisher will ever touch it. I could reach out to publishers but it is so competitive that I may never hear back from them. It is a delicate balance between me taking the charge and at the same time giving them the chance to respond to me. Of course they might  not even like the concept or the novel. I might just hear "oh another sci-fi adventure....next!".

Right now I think I am going to actually sit back, relax for a bit. I know the bug to right will start itching again and that is when I will tackle finishing off The Onyx Tide and pick up working on The Vein Case (the sequel which is quietly waiting on Google Docs). As for publishing I suppose I will wait and see what happens with my marketing career. I know that in an ideal world I would be published, but advertising is a huge passion of mine as well so we'll see which careers kicks off. I am actually considering reaching out to companies and using it as part of my portfolio. Here's hoping they understand that the book is meant to be dark/twisted and it does not represent my mental state at all (hoorah!).

This is my last blog post for this assignment however I may start an official one that is not short story related. Thanks for anyone who read the blogs.

A Cup of Inspiration

"He studied the deepening twilight in that half-bored, half-distracted way he had." It was the middle of winter, a few years ago when I first read the prologue to George R.R Martin's Game of Thrones. Mind you this was actually before the entire thing kicked off...so you might call me a hispter in a sense. Please don't call me a hipster.

None the less, we aren't here today to decide who or what is that dreaded "h" word. I am here to type a bit about the inspiration I have when writing. I recall that when I first started writing The Onyx Tide (very first draft, long before the world was even taking shape) I had the desire to write something like George R.R Martin. I came to terms that I could not match what he had, but I knew that I wanted something like his world. The rich history, the characters that could be seen as real people, the magic, the suspense....as an avid reader, A Game of Thrones had everything I desired in a book. I can safely say that George R.R Martin was the reason I began to write The Onyx Tide.

My writing has shifted and morphed with every chapter I write. I found styles that I preferred and removed the detail that only seemed to work in A Song of Ice and Fire. For a while The Onyx Tide was a lot less Sci-Fi and a lot more horror/suspense (This still shows in the early chapters). So what changed? Why all of the sudden half-way through did I toss some of the over the top gore (it only has cameos from there on) and replaced it with more crazy sci-fi shenanigans? It is because I started watching Doctor Who. The show showed me how wacky you can actually get with science fiction and I had a desire to incorporate that with the Onyx Tide. On top of this, I started falling in love with Marvel's Multiverse and wanted to incorporate something similar. So, I found a way to add a multiverse in as well.

George R.R Martin started my writing, but Marvel and Doctor Who helped grease the wheels. I was really able to take a step forward by accepting inspiration and changing it to fit perfectly into my universe. I have no clue what my next major inspiration will be, but I look forward to it.

Death of the Family Dog

On paper everything seemed great. A city ruled by something that was basically a mafia. A crime family who held the life of many innocents in their hands. The premise of "The Family Dog" was to have a character (Connor)  have very little choice when it came to harming people. He either killed or would be killed. My original plan was for Connor to realize how much of the "family dog" he really was when the head of the family would order him to kill the child and many others. An internal struggle if you will. It was when I realized this struggle would be inside an empty shell that I had to scrap it. Connor wasn't a character yet and it would be forever to flesh him out for his actions to mean anything.

Why did I not finish the short story? I overshot my goal of what to do with it:

·        I wanted to create a strong bond between Connor and the strange fire child.

·        I wanted  Davin Forian to be introduced and his entire family to have a small role in Connor's fate.

·        Connor was supposed to be assigned to wiping out a large portion of the city.

·        The fire child would end up sacrificing himself to save Connor from Davin Forian.

·        Connor was meant to lead a rebellion against the last of the Forians.

These are just some of the things I wanted to do. I quickly realized that it would be impossible for me to make this goal of a cool little world into reality. In order for Connor's struggle, the fire child's death, and even Davin Forian's death to mean anything....I would basically have to write half a novel. It would take me at least 5 or 6 short stories just to get the character development in a place where these decisions would mean anything. In the end I had no choice but to scrap it and hold on to the concept for a better time. 

Short Stories Suck

I hate writing short stories.

I am now constantly asking myself why I decided to focus a blog around writing short stories. Sure it is an easy way to expand on a book's universe, but it also limits my writing. Each line becomes a fight for fewer words to make sure that I do not expand past two pages. I have to cut out details, character traits, and even some plot development just to make sure that only the important parts remain. It's like going to a fancy restaurant. Are they capable of giving you a full meal accompanied with a side and a main dish that overflows from your plate? Yes. Will they? No. They give you a puny piece of meat and call it a "steak." Sure it might explode with flavour in that one bite, but then it's gone. That's what I feel like when I look back at a short story. A steak that looks good at first glance, but leaves your hungry for more. The problem is, there is nothing more to eat because you can't afford to pay for two $200 "steaks." 

Writing a short story means limited detail, and not expanding on the universe in the way you had hoped. Why am I still writing short stories?

The Family Dog: Part 1

- The Family Dog: Part 1 -

7 Months After the Incident

"Forian is getting tired of waiting for your payment, Charla." Connor cracked his knuckles. He took a threatening step towards the woman who was pressed against the wall. They were down an alley, out of sight and out of earshot. No one would hear her pleas for help if things turned messy.

"I....I swear I have the money. Just some more time. More time is all I need." Charla did not take her eyes off of Connor's hands. She had heard the rumours of his strange capabilities.

Connor scoffed, "More time. More time. That's what everyone says. When you asked to live within the walls of Forian's city, did he ask for more time? No. He took you and your family in. He thought....no I thought that the rules were clear."

"They were. They were very clear," Charla stuttered.  Connor highly doubted that she was telling the truth. She could barely afford the clothes on her back let alone another night in the city.

The threatening man faked a grim look as he spoke a memorized script. "Upon entering Forian's city, you and all of your possessions automatically belong to the Forian family. In return for the protection that you are given, you will pay for your stay every two weeks. When you fail to pay," Connor said, carrying a grim look. "Forian sends me to collect." His index finger twitched as energy was pulled from the air. Blue sparks jumped along the palm as his hand. The elderly woman began to scream as Connor reached out towards her.

The wrinkled face lit up like a jack-o-lantern as the energy transferred from Connor's palm and moved under her skin. What was once pale flesh quickly darkened as Charla was cooked from the inside out from the blue light. A few seconds passed before the woman finally collapsed. Connor gave her corpse a firm kick and left the alley. Somebody would find her in a few days and maybe if they were nice they would bury her. They would not question her death. The burns were enough evidence that Forian had not been paid.

As Connor walked down the almost empty street of Forian's city, he was forced to remind himself how lucky he actually was. The crime lord Davin Forian was notorious for his cruelty. Connor was one of the few people out of the Forian blood line that was treated kindly. Connor snapped his thumb between his index finger and watched a teal coloured spark appear. His abilities were the only reason the Forians kept him around and let him live within the city for free.

When the Onyx Tide had struck, people were in a panic. Very few places in the world seemed safe and yet a single man turned an entire city into his possession. Giant pits were dug around the ten foot high steel walls that surrounded the town. Fires roared within the pits day and night. Dogs patrolled the perimeter as well. The Onyx Tide could not get in. Being a 'man of business', as Davin Forian always put it, he knew the value of what he had created. He let people stay behind the walls but they needed to give him something in return.

A large mansion overlooked the town at the northern end. It was the only structure that remained in one piece. The Forians ensured of that. There was no reason to maintain the rest of the city. They barely had more than one hundred people with them at one time. The residents were either smart enough to leave when they could no longer pay for their stay (and then die to the Onyx Tide that awaited them outside the walls), or Connor would have to get involved and make them pay. Their longest residence from any citizen was two months.

Connor smelled the fire before he could see it. The burning sensation filled his nose as he turned around down the final street. Dark plumes of smoke climbed from the base of the Forian house. Once green grass that surrounded the property was in flames. The front windows were shattered and angry searing fire exploded outwards. Connor paused for a moment, trying to make sense of what he was looking at. In the middle of all the chaos, surrounded by a ring of fire, was a small young boy. The fire did not touch him. Instead it seemed to bow away from the child.

Taking Off The Chains of Reality

I figured that this week I would step away from the gore and darkness that the world of The Onyx Tide offers, and speak on more of a personal tone.

"Why do you write?" A simple question that I was asked a few days ago.  My first instinct was to respond with a smile and say "because that's what I enjoy doing!" But for once in my life, I thought before I spoke. Trust me, when I finally put thought into my answers, I know that I am passionate about something.

So, why do I write? Obviously I enjoy doing it. No one does something willingly, on a regular basis, and for free if they don't enjoy doing it. So perhaps the better question would have been "What do you get out of writing?" Now that....that is a question that makes me lean back and sip on my icecap.

Writing isn't just a way of entertaining myself. It is a form of art that allows me to take off the chains of reality and go crazy. When I write, I am not bound by the laws of physics or by common sense. Sure those sort of things will make an appearance, but I am not forced to use them. I can have characters that can break bones with their minds. I can have a flesh eating disease that creates mutations to those who are lucky enough to survive it. When I write, I am in charge.

Of course, it is much more than just being creative and having freedom. It is also about creating life. Whenever I create a new character or a new setting, I am doing much more than writing words. I form family trees of these characters and history of these settings. In every job, people strive for the next level of perfection. I strive for making the most interesting characters that will be memorable. In the real world everyone has their part to play. This is no different for the Onyx Tide universe. From the smallest of characters to those who carry the plot upon their shoulders, it is my duty to make sure that it feels that they somehow add something. If they cannot add anything personality wise or plot wise, then they have no reason to be in the story. They get removed, deleted from the universe. If anyone stays behind that offers nothing, than it removes the feeling of being a real world.

"What do I get out of writing?" I get the ability to create worlds with a single cast of my finger across my keyboard. 

Outpost 321: Part 3

-Outpost 321: Part 3-

6 months after the incident

               "Shoot it," Krieg ordered. No sooner had the order been given, the opposing beast cried out. With a sudden burst of speed it hurled itself at them. Its deformed clawed hands were aimed right for Krieg's throat.

               The soldier's training kicked in before it was too late. Taking quick aim, Krieg lifted his pistol and fired off three shots. The bullets hit the monster dead center in its deformed chest. Its body stopped midair and crashed to the floor. Krieg did not double check to see if the enemy was dead. There were bigger concerns.

               The darkness around them was alive now, as more of the mutants crawled from the shadows and threw themselves into the fray. Sabre was barking loudly, joining in with the symphony of gunfire that now controlled the hallway. One demon ran along the ceiling. Its bottom jaw was missing and black blood dripped from its eyes. A quick burst from Hailey's rifle caught the monster in the eye, freeing the flesh from its skull.

               "We need to move!" Krieg ordered. He shoved past one of the monsters, shooting it in the mouth as he did. There was a hallway leading back towards the eastern wing. There was a chance that they could still make it. Krieg looked over his shoulder to see who was still with him in the chaos. Hailey was right behind, using her rifle's end to crush the skull of an oncoming enemy. Sabre's barking had ceased and the dog was nowhere to be seen. Andrew was pinned against the hallway wall by another one of the mutants. Krieg lifted his pistol and took aim, but slowly lowered it upon seeing that it would be a waste of ammo. Andrew's guts had been torn out and his assailant was elbow deep in his chest cavity. Flesh had been torn from the soldier's neck.

               Krieg did not spare the fallen comrade a second glance. He had been trained as a soldier. He could not hesitate even for a second. Krieg had seen death before. This would not be the last time.

               "Where are we going?" Hailey shouted. She spun on her heel and fired back into the darkness. The pained cries of the chasing demons replied as they got shot down.

               "Eastern wing," Krieg replied. He was running as fast as he could. There was no clue as to how many of the monsters resided inside of the base and where they would be waiting for them. The plan was to get the data they were sent for and then circle back to the exit. If they were lucky they could make it back to the ship without Sabre.

               "There's more coming!" Hailey screamed over her gunfire. They passed another hallway and Krieg could see the bodies moving in the darkness. They looked like ants coming from a hill as the deformed corpses clawed over one another.

               "We're almost there, just keep moving soldier." Krieg refused to look back over his shoulder.

               Hailey reloaded as she spoke, "We won't make it at this rate. I will stay and hold them back as long as possible. Just get to that room."

               "Don't be ridiculous! You'll be overrun in seconds and torn to shreds like Andrew!"

               "Yeah and with those few seconds you might just make it. Someone needs to tell the ministers about these....these....shades. Don't tell me you can't see it. They practically make up the darkness. Shells of once humans," Hailey scoffed. She made the decision for herself and stopped dead in her tracks. Krieg spared the female soldier a final look before shaking his head and continuing his sprint. It was foolish what she was doing, but she was also right. Krieg had not even traveled twenty feet before hearing the woman's pained screams echo down the hallway. He cringed. Was this meant to be his tomb as well?

               Slight relief took hold of him when he noticed the door he had been searching for. The shades were almost upon him now. He could practically feel their claws on his back. Using the last of his remaining strength, Krieg threw himself into the room. Scrambling to pick himself up, he slammed the door close. It shook violently as dozens of bodies slammed into it from the other side. Sweat dripped down Krieg's face as he used every muscle in his body to keep the entrance closed. The shades hollered and groaned as they tried to enter.

               With his foot, Krieg pulled a chair towards him. He had to act fast. In a swift motion he stood and slammed the chair under the doorknob. It would only hold for a few seconds. With limited time, Krieg wiped the computers off of the nearest metal desk. His screaming mixed with the shades as forced the makeshift blockade into position. The steel screeched and shuttered every time a new shade threw itself at the door.

               Krieg had no choice but to drown out the noise for now. The technicians room was full of laptops and servers. His eyes dashed over the nearest monitor, dread sinking in with every word that he read. The servers had been wiped four days ago. All information was lost. Krieg swore loudly and was half tempted to throw the computer. The entire mission had been a failure but he had to at least warn everyone about the monsters that had resided in Outpost 321.

               He typed as quickly as he could, fully aware that the door was ajar now. The shades' hands reached in, their long grey fingers trying to open the door even more. Krieg scanned his message to ensure that all of the important details had been stated. Satisfied, he added one final statement.

This will be the last message sent by Krieg Haywind. It was an honour serving.

               After confirming that the message had been sent, Krieg turned to face the door. He was just in time to see the desk shoved aside. Piles of shades clambered inside. Their broken jaws and bent fingers filled his vision as they collapsed on him.

Outpost 321: Part 2

-Outpost 321: Part 2-

6 months after the incident

               The ship's ports flared one final time as the aircraft positioned itself on the hill. Through the front window Krieg could see Outpost 321 at the bottom of the valley. Unlike the post that Krieg had been assigned to, this military sector had no tents. It was a plain and simple concrete structure. Once it had been the main station for trying to find a way to fight the Onyx Tide. Now, it was deserted. No mutts or guards were on patrol. Black strands had crept across the yellow field and planted themselves on the concrete slabs of the building.

               "I don't see any movement," Andrew Colins observed, looking over Krieg's shoulder. The soldier scratched the scruff of carrot coloured hair that sat on his chin. "Think anyone is home?"

               "Generally the words 'abandoned' and 'overthrown' suggests otherwise." The sarcastic tone of Hailey Roleen carried from the back of the ship.

               Andrew shot her a quick glance. "And generally weapons don't do anything against the tar and yet here you are." Hailey had been cleaning her rifle since they had left earlier that day.

               "Enough you two, grab your stuff and let's get moving," Krieg commanded and rose from his seat. He instinctively double checked that he had his sidearm before letting out a sharp whistle. Rustling could be heard behind one of the seats on the ship. A second passed before a large animal came bounding towards him, only stopping a foot away. Sabre was the dog's name. Standing over 4 feet tall, the granite coloured dog would be their way in and out of the outpost. As long as they stuck near him, the Onyx Tide would leave them alone. Sabre wagged his tail and gave a happy bark when Krieg pointed to the back of the ship. It was time to get the mission started.

               The air was thick and smelled burnt. Sabre happily led the way down the hill and towards the outpost. Every step from the large dog had the Onyx Tide curling backwards, making a temporary trail for the soldiers to walk along. Krieg scanned the area. He half expected someone to appear from behind a block of cement. No one showed their faces though and there were no signs of the mutts that had once protected the base.

               Metal doors had once blocked the only entrance to the concrete structure. Now, the iron was torn and twisted. Deep gashes were carved into the door, the metal jutting inwards.

               "What in the Three Gods happened here?" Andrew's voice was filled with paranoia. He knelt and picked up a spent shell that lay at the entrance.

               Krieg did not respond for a moment. He peered into the darkness of the outpost and sighed. "I don't know, but it looks like the power is out. I think something that wasn't the Onyx Tide attacked them." Either way, it was their job to find out. Krieg sighed one more time before lifting his sidearm and turning on the tactical light. Andrew and Hailey followed suit.

               Sabre let out a low whimper as they entered the poorly lit construct. The dog was promptly sniffing the ground, leading to the north wing of the outpost.

               "Sabre's got the scent of something." Andrew stated the obvious. "Maybe something that's alive?" He shined his light across the papers sprawled across the ground.

               "Doesn't matter, the data we want is in the eastern sector. Come on Sabre." Krieg tapped the purebred lightly on the side with his foot.

               "Sir, we were sent here to find intel. Perhaps it would be worth checking out what the dog is tracking." Hailey withdrew the rifle that she had strapped across her back and cradled it. Krieg glanced at her and towards the northern hallway. No matter which way they went, they would be moving into darkness. The only thing that stopped the veil was the daylight filtering in from the front.

               Krieg gave Hailey's suggestion a second thought. "Fine, we'll see what's got Sabre so worked up. Any signs of a waste of time and we turn around. Let's move." Krieg gave a sharp whistle, commanding Sabre to follow the scent that had been picked up.

               Leaving the front lobby behind, the three soldiers treaded after the dog. Their lights were like pale ghosts in the darkness as they swept over doors. The silence was not the part that worried Krieg; it was the lack of bodies. No signs of life or death. It looked as if the entire squadron had packed up over night.

               Sabre came to a sudden halt and lifted his head. The dog glared down the hallway and let out a low growl. His sharp teeth showed as he snarled at a wall of darkness. Krieg lifted his flashlight and pointed it down the hallway. The light almost seemed to be eaten up by the shroud. He couldn't even see the end.

               "What is it?" Andrew's voice echoed along the hallways. Another growl followed, but this one did not come from Sabre. It was much deeper. Stumbling out from the blanket of shadows, a demon showed itself. Perhaps at one point in time it could have been human. All that remained was a shell and a deformed body. The monster's ribcage was broken through the front of its chest. Bones splintered from its back. Eyes as black as coal stared down Krieg and his group as it stepped forward. The monstrosity walked on all fours, almost similar to an ape. It's back legs were twisted to impossible angles.

               "Shoot it," Krieg ordered. No sooner had the order been given, the beast cried out. With a sudden burst of speed it hurled itself at them. Its deformed clawed hands were aimed right for Krieg's throat.

Part 3 To be released next week

Outpost 321: Part 1

-Outpost 321: Part 1-

6 months after the incident

               "Outpost 321 respond." Krieg's commanding voice only got the response of static. "I repeat, Outpost 321 respond. I have direct orders to pass on and I am getting really sick of hearing my own voice. Outpost 321 respond." He turned a dial and pushed against his earpiece, hoping to make out a voice amongst the static. "Outpost 321 respond, will someone answer?" There was slight worry in his tone. If no one responded soon it meant that Outpost 321 had fallen: the twelfth military base lost that month.

               "You get anything, soldier?" The lieutenant stood with Krieg in the cramped communications room. Wires and flashing lights lined the walls and dust always seemed to cling to the air.

               Krieg ripped out the earpiece and threw it against the monitor. "Just static, sir." Frustration lined his regularly calm voice. "If I can speak freely, I think they are gone."

               Lieutenant Clofter's mouth tightened and twisted. "Walk with me soldier." The larger man spun on his heel and hastily left the room. Doing as he was ordered, Krieg followed after his leader. He was glad to get out of the small space and back out into fresh air. As a fully trained soldier, Krieg had no place as a communications expert. After the last technician had gone AWOL, almost everyone at Outpost 182 had been expected to fill in. Krieg hated it. Most days there was barely any communication. Silence and static across all channels.

               Krieg was led through the military camp. They were positioned in a field surrounded by a forest. A few months ago the trees would have been lush and full of pine needles but the Onyx Tide had changed that. The woods were now bare and the trunks were a sick grey colour. Dead yellow grass circled the encampment. Krieg could see the black tendrils of the disease sitting on the edge of the tree line. It was hard to not see it, since the diseased veins clung to everything. The outpost would have been overrun if it had not been for the mutts. Early on during the fall of the planet, it had been noted that the Onyx Tide left animals alone. It seemed to be scared of them. The only way to stay alive was to be close to a large animal. Every outpost had at least three dozen mutts to sit on the edge of the camp to keep the Onyx Tide at bay.

               "What do you think happened to the outpost, soldier?" Lieutenant Clofter narrowed his eyes at Krieg. "How did the Onyx Tide get to them when they had the mutts?"

               "Perhaps they forgot to rotate?" Krieg suggested, rubbing his hand across his buzzed, sand coloured hair. As of late, the mutts needed to be swapped every couple of days. The Onyx Tide seemed to grow more confident when the animals were familiar.

               Clofter rubbed his chin, considering the proposal. "I thought that as well,  but twelve outposts in one month is no coincidence. There is no way they all forgot to rotate." The Lieutenant paused in front of one of the many military tents that lined the encampment. He turned and met Kreig's eyes. "We need intel. Outpost 321 was supposed to send us their research on the Onyx Tide. It could very well be enough to take the disease down. Also we need to know what happened to these outposts. Private Haywind I am sending you to the outpost."

               "Yes sir." Krieg saluted without hesitation, but that did not stop a pit from growing in his stomach. Up until this point he had yearned for action but not like this. The Onyx Tide not only terrified him but the idea of checking out a fallen post left nothing to be desired.

               "You won't be going alone," Lieutenant Clofter confirmed. "Privates Colins and Roleen will be joining you and briefed shortly. You will be taking the lead on this mission. Make sure you get anything of interest to us."

               Krieg continued the salute. "Yes sir, thank-you sir."

               "Don't thank me. You leave in two days, be ready." Lieutenant Clofter shook his head and strode away from the lower ranked soldier. Krieg stood in front of the tent for a few minutes staring at the forest. He could see the Onyx Tide swaying back and forth along the dead branches of the trees. In two days he would be walking into the middle of the black goo. It was then he realized why Clofter had told him to not thank him. Privates Haywind, Colins, and Roleen had been chosen specifically for the reason that they were a small group. The lieutenant did not want to risk losing more soldiers than necessary. They were a suicide squad.

Part 2 Coming Next Week

               

Marianex Falls

-Marianex Falls-

-0 Years After the Incident-

               For the past month, everyone had been talking about this day. History would be made and the human race would step further into the future. People claimed that the three meteors racing for the planet of Marianex was a blessing.

               A seven block perimeter had been set up in the city to guarantee the safety of civilians as the plummeting space chunks grew closer. Over half of the city’s population had shown up to watch the event. The streets were flooded and everyone strained their necks so that they could look straight up at the quickly closing meteors.

               Sarah adjusted herself so that the man next to her would stop digging his elbow in her side. There was hardly enough room to breathe let alone get comfortable. She sighed and tried to focus her attention on the history being made. This day would forever be remembered and she would be there to witness it! Ten minutes ago the meteors had been nothing more than specks in the bright blue sky. Now, they were close enough for Sarah to make out much more detail. They were as dark as night itself. Sarah had assumed that trails of fire would have been plummeting out behind them; instead black entrails made up the tail of the comet. It looked like long strings of coal-coloured saliva flapped back and forth behind the meteor.

               Curiosity had always been the deciding factor in Sarah’s life. When she had dyed her hair a bright gold shade, it had been because she wanted to know what being a blonde felt like. When she had chosen to visit the city to watch the meteors it was because she wanted to know what to expect from them. Her family had advised her otherwise, but as always Sarah had brushed off her mother’s intrusive comments and let curiosity take control.

               A wave of silence washed over the crowd as the meteors ducked behind one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city. People were shifting back and forth anxiously now; the meteors would make contact any second. Sarah counted quietly to herself, waiting for the moment in which she would witness a whole new world.

               Seven blocks away metal and stone screeched and screamed as one of the meteors crashed past the side of a building. Sarah could not see it but she imagined the sight of the building being torn to shreds. Another second passed before a ground shaking explosion rocked the city. If the crowd of people had not been so close together they would have been thrown to the ground from the sheer force of the earthquake. A storm of dirt and dust swept down the streets, blocking out all vision as Sarah was forced to close her eyes. Five minutes passed before the dust finally settled.

               Even with all of the chaos, the city eventually fell silent. No one screamed or mumbled, they were too busy straining their ears. Sarah looked around at the crowd but no one glanced back. Their eyes were focused down the street as if they could see past the buildings that blocked vision of the crashed meteors. The harsh sound of gunfire ricocheted across the city. The crowd’s reaction was almost instant as screams escaped their lips and howled in response to the fired shots.

               Sarah’s ears rang and her heart raced. What had happened? Why was there an onslaught of shots? Her answers were soon answered. In one sudden sweep, the gunfire halted. A black wave of water crashed around the corner at the end of the road. The dark liquid fell and climbed over itself as it rushed towards Sarah and the people around her. Sarah could not understand what she was watching. Black veins were left in its wake as the wave of darkness quickly approached.

               The crowd around Sarah began to thin out as people fled. They pushed and tripped over one another as they did all that they could to get away from the city. There were a lot of questions to be answered but there was no doubt that the onyx-coloured wave was dangerous. Someone shouted at Sarah to run but she ignored the voice; her eyes were set on the quickly approaching disease.  Whoever had yelled at her cursed and left. It was not long before Sarah was the only one left in the street.

               Sarah did not break eye contact with the wave as it got closer. It was only a handful of feet away now. She could hear it bubbling. Sarah’s curiosity had taken hold of her once again. There was no way she could run.

               The weight of the wave falling on to her was more than enough to knock her back. Her pants ripped and her shirt became torn as she tumbled. Her skin felt like it was on fire and all she could see was darkness. Sarah tried to open her mouth and scream but could not form any words before being filled with the disease. It was consuming her, tearing away her flesh and destroying her from the inside out. Sarah felt every second of it as her skin disappeared and her organs vanished. Sarah had became one of the Onyx Tide's first victims. The planet had been taken.