You ran- ran and ran, you couldn't tell how long you did. All you knew was everyone you knew was dead- and all you could do was watch and run away like you always did. You’d probably lapped the same, last patch of grass a million times by now. Your thoughts raced faster than your legs, eyes disoriented and your body wobbly. The smoke from the surrounding area was getting to you, your vision blurring before everything went.. black.

The endless void around you began to shift, morphing into a flash of vibrant, glowing colors that shimmered with an intensity that left you breathless. Sparks of energy crackled to life, racing across your body, leaving trails of heat and light that seemed to etch themselves into your skin. Each spark flickered like living fire, a constant reminder of the power surging through you. But despite the chaos erupting around you, your legs didn’t falter. They couldn’t. It was as if an unseen force gripped you, driving you forward, keeping you locked in motion, with no choice but to run faster.

Before you knew it, you had run face face into a large, glass window, tumbling and hitting your head off a counter. You heard a sudden, muffled yelp from in front of you. After finally getting used to the overly bright lights, you could clearly see the man. He was holding a tub of ice cream in one hand, and a spoon in another. His jaw was dropped, melted ice cream dripping down the side of his mouth,