It was a day like any other. James was walking downtown, his hair perfectly gelled, his backpack slung over one shoulder, and Weezer playing in his earbuds. He was on the way to his favorite restaurant to get a burger. Maybe he would see if some friends wanted to meet him there, But then everything changed.
Suddenly he was on the ground. He had been just about to open the door when someone ran into him, knocking his head into the concrete. With the taste of blood in his mouth he yelled, “Hey!” But whoever it was kept running. James’ glasses were slightly bent and he had a ringing in his ears.
“Are you okay, man?” said a passerby.
“ Yeah, I’m fine.”
Once James got up he realized why the man, and nearly everyone else around, was sprinting in the same direction. When he turned around he saw what he could only describe as a monster, making its way toward 20th Street. It was like a scene from a sci-fi movie.