The sky turned grey as thick black clouds gathered overhead. The sun was red as blood. And the grounds echoed danger for anyone that stepped on it.
There was a clamorous noise everywhere as everyone scurried for safety. The world had ended and the one victor who had emerged from the great war was gathering his spoils. The vanquished were awaiting their fate with wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Carlo Kennedy looked ahead and saw Vanessa Winthrop all clad in muddy clothes, her face was grim with dirt and all the beauty in her eyes had long disappeared. She was now a miserable-looking woman craving for some kindness from her captor.
A tall giant robot stood in the far east where the red boiling sun was rising from. His head seemed to touch the sun on its bowels. Carlo Kennedy's head began to spin. He felt like a pawn in an already written story that he did not have a major role in.
