1 Prologue (1/2)

”Holy Fucking Shit!”

My mouth gaps like a fish. My eyes widen at the brightening mid-day sky, shrouded by buildings taller than I could ever thought possible.

No, buildings like these shouldn't be possible with the technology of the 21st century.

Just a minute ago, confusion wrecks my brain. I didn't know where I was or how I manage to even get here. Everything around me screams that I wasn't in my native time anymore.

No, I am now in the future – far into the future. This is the 31st century!

Flying cars are everywhere, weaving through impossible tall buildings. Billboards dot the sky.

And most importantly, everyone is fucking hot!

No, seriously! There are not a single of ugly people in sight.

This would have been an incredible experience if it wasn't for the impending doom, heading towards my way.

Many people are already fleeing away, but their effort is pointless at the devastation that is about to be unleashed upon the city.

They can't be faster than a thermal nuclear blast, could they?

”This can't be happening. This can't be happening. I just got here!”

Words come out of my mouth, yet my legs refuse to move. They are glued to the ground, refusing my flight command.

I am frozen in fear.

If it wasn't for the people rushing my way and bumping into me, I would have stood there, waiting to cast a long-lasting shadow against the wall and telling those in the future that I was here.

People from the future when I am in the future. How ironic!

The shockwave washes over the crowded city, sending me along with hundreds of people against the wall, screaming in anguish.

”Ugh… ugh… ugh…”

My vision swirls due to the heavy impact. Blood runs down my face as I struggle to pull myself up. The sharp pain in my left arms tells me that is broken.

I look towards the beautiful city, finding a rising mushroom blocking out the skyline.

Not just one, but dozens of them. One missile, many warheads.

The heat those nuclear blast generated must be insane, twisting sky-high building and melting metals like they are butter.

Another missile pierces through the dense cloud and explodes into dozens of fragments in mid-air.