The Dragon King Chronicles: Mind, Wind, Water

David watched slowly as the garage door opened, he rushed out of his garage pushing his old bicycle furiously almost as if he was scared someone would stop him, or something might go terribly wrong in the next minute. When he was outside a simple swipe downward had the garage door closing itself once again. Motion sensors that powerful seemed like a novelty on earth, but on Pangea they were the norm of everyday life. He shook his head and put his mind to the task at hand, he had the assault rifle and the battle blade hanging behind his shoulders, one of the modified handgun was hanging from his left hip along with one of the scary looking daggers he saw in his bag.

He had an extra ammunition case for the Yizart and a bottle of Mana water safely hidden within his bag. There were two packets of crackers there too. There was not much those could do in satisfying him should he get hungry, but he was working on a tight budget so everything had to be taken in moderation.

His neighborhood was actually a twelve block estate, with five houses on every block. It could be considered a gated community, and they lived right at the extreme end of the estate. From his doorstep, it would take him fifteen minutes of driving to get to the commercial area, which was actually his aim. But with a bicycle and the fact that there were abandoned cars, trucks, and rubbles lining the street, it might take him longer than expected.

David moved on while keeping his eyes peeled for any danger, his injuries were a lot better than yesterday, but that does not change the fact that he was missing a toe. He could adapt, but not this quick. Not to mention the stump hurt and was still prone to bleeding. It might have been better if he could bandage or cauterize the wound, but for some reason it had stopped bleeding all by it's self, and only needed to be bandaged and cleaned to keep if from being infected.

The whole neighborhood was eerily quiet, the only sound that accompanied David; as he pushed the bicycle down the street was the wail of the wind as it swept through the island. The wind carried with it the smell of the sea, and a promise of impending doom and a spot in a lot that's soon to be a watery graveyard. David shivered a bit, there was no danger in sight so far, but he could not help but be restless. Something was not right(besides the obvious fact that this was the apocalypse duh), the whole environment had David's nerves stretched taut as he looked every which way with an intensely pounding heart.

And then all of a sudden even the wind became silent, the air was scorched with the heat of an early morning sun, and even the now missing sea breeze was not enough to rid David of his sweat drenched clothes. And then he heard the scr.a.p.es, like a sound of metal scraping across a concrete floor. The deep breaths suffused with shiver inducing sinister growls. Something was about to go sideways, and this might be calling bad luck on himself, but David knew the sounds he just heard could not be the precursor to anything good. Shit was about to hit the fan.

David was on the main street that led out of his gated and fenced neighborhood; To his left was a chain link fence, and beyond that an immensely tall patch of grass that was swaying in the absent wind. To his right silent and desolate were houses of people he would now consider former neighbors. One of the house was spilt down the middle, almost as if someone or something decided to lean on the two floor building but it couldn't handle the weight.

The gaping hole in the middle of the house was haunting enough, but the still swaying and rustling grass carried a terror within it that chilled David to his very bones. David added more force to the pedals beneath his feet wanting nothing more than to get the hell away from this area. But before he could move more than five steps, a huge beast flew out of the grass and straight for him. It crashed into the chain link fence as its momentum was brought to a screeching halt.

The chain link fence was deformed very badly from the crash and was currently entangled with the monster, but it was strong enough to have prevented David from dying instantly. Unfortunately the attack of the beast had caught David off guard, and he was thrown off his bicycle due to fright. He hastily scrambled back up to his feet, scraping his palms on the tarred road from the friction and intensity of his retreat. The beast was almost five feet tall and its leap should have well taken it over the six foot fence. But it seemed to have stumbled and was now entangled within the condemned fence. The beast was struggling, snarling and clawing with all its might to be free of its shackles so that David could become breakfast. David has never seen such single minded determination and blood l.u.s.t, the fact that it was directed at him made the situation be on a whole other level of terrifying.

But it was strong, and it's incessant struggle was paying off as it was even uprooting the metal poles that supported the previously pristine looking fence. It was dragging the whole thing behind itself as it crawled and pawed its way towards David who was already frozen in shock at the sight of the monster in front of him.

David could not tell what this monster once was before it evolved into such a hideous state, but whatever it was, it was not that now. The beast was a mass of red pulsating flesh, with some sort of bone armors covering some important places in its body. In fact It looked like the bones in its body was actually to big, that it actually grew out of its skin and now serves as a natural defense for it. It had four rib bones on each side of its body, and between those rib cages were fleshy openings that David could only describe as gills, or a really big nose. With every breath the monster took, those opening at it's side would exhale a breath of fog, and open up enough for David to see into its body.

It had four legs like a dog, but it also had an extremely long tail, that by the look off seemed really strong and flexible. The head of the beast was shaped like that of a cow's, there were no horns, but much like its ribs the skull had grown out of the head with a split in the middle that accommodated a third eye. Every teeth in its widely snarling jaws were incisors, those things were made for tearing and they gleamed with saliva that was a little to thick it could almost be considered syrup.

David still kept moving back, moving closer and closer to the destroyed house behind him. And as he moved backward, the beast still moved forward inching ever slowly and gaining ground with a determined glare. When David had moved back enough that he encountered the sidewalk, and the few pieces of debris from the damaged house, the feel of the cold metal behind him served as a reminder that he was actually armed.

He hurriedly pulled his rifle out as he pulled the trigger, there was a resounding click as the expected rain of bullets didn't come out. David was perplexed for a few seconds before he hurriedly thumbed the safety off and squeezed the trigger. Due to fear and the fact that the gun was bucking erratically, David's shot went wild and were completely off target. His aim was so bad that he actually shot the space between his legs. That close call forced him to take a deep breath as he tried to recall every gun training he's ever had with his father.

"Its easy to panic, it's easy to miss. But its also easy to be calm, its also easy to be precise. All that matters is what choice you made. Your state of mind is determined by your state of heart. Your mind does not control your feelings, it only controls your body, but your hearts controls your mind. You can choose to be scared, or you can choose to be brave. But whenever you have your filthy hands on any of my guns, and you point it at someone or something then you better be well prepared to pull that trigger or you would be a piss poor excuse of a man and a complete shame on my name and reputation. So David Johnson Iye! Pull the f.u.c.k.i.n.g trigger and don't think boy! Just shoot!"