Okay... as a little kid, I've always wanted to write a book, but after a few pages, I would get bored and I never had the determination to write more AND all of the things I wrote, I was never satisfied about them. BTW yesterday I was too tired to do anything so I feel asleep at 7 o'clock and I didn't do my Blog... =P

A boy and his younger sister were running down across the Times Square in New York. The were tripping over stones that were scattered from the shambles of buildings that were once tall and majestic skyscrapers. They were running in fear yet they had no where to go, no where to hide, no where to escape. In the distance, you can hear the growling roar of a beast and the shrill cries of it's victims as they are torn apart, limb by limb, as the monstrosities fought over their food like wolves fighting over deer. What was once the top predator of all species who considered themselves the most intelligent race in the world, was now being hunted like the prey to make room for the next predator.