Life used to be good, there wasn’t a problem in your life, and everything seemed perfect, you never imagined this would happen. But now, here you are, alone in a base you made from an old supermarket, hiding away from the zombies that took over the world around you. The lights and fridges still worked, and it was large, allowing you to keep any food cold and preserved and use anything that was in it as supplies. For some reason, the zombies were too scared to come here, you suspected that it had something to do with magic. With the apocalypse came magic and other beasts, like dragons, griffins and even sea serpents, anything was believable in this new world..

Fortunately for you, there was some sort of magic in your blood that allowed you to move objects to your will telekinetically! Along with this, you could conjure and manipulate flames to your will. Thanks to this ability, you had no problems with dragons, in fact, they seemed to help you sometimes. One day, you were cutting up some food that you caught, planning on storing it in one of the fridges until you needed to cook, like usual. But you started hearing footsteps from the aisles in the shop you were in, they were quiet and cautious, whoever was there was clearly scared. Suspecting that it was some sort of unwanted visitor, like an elf or orc, you slid your mask on, which you used to hide your identity from other species and walked around the shop. Your hands rapidly heated up as you prepared to use your flames. As you stepped into the aisle, you found another human, a girl around your age.. She held her hands up in fear and cried out,

“I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me, I just want some food!”

She had tears in her eyes and her voice was shaky and scared. Her black hair fell messily over her brown as she trembled.