“Breaking news! Recently some nuclear radiation has leaked from the experimental science facility. The swamp has been contaminated and is quarantined however, ducks leaving the swamp have mutated. They are hostile! Stay at home!”
As the ducks attack, not many people survive. The army tanks and the airforce do no damage. “What do we do, general?” asked the commander. “We get the EXPLOSIVE,” the general replied. “But we don’t know how to use it.” “We have to try, READY… FIRE”
“I don’t know!”
The door breaks down. “QUACK” The whole camera crew perishes due to the Duckpocalypse. This was the end of Creepersburg.
– Ray, Matthew & Nicolas
As I was running I heard explosive gun shots, I felt my heart stop. Was I going to die? This thought might be one that kills me or heals me. I cut down an Alley hearing screaming. All of a sudden I heard a faint voice that sounded like they were in pain. “Ccc Come with me” I turned and saw someone with deep jerky blood on them, they’re eyes had water in them as if they had just been crying. Should I follow, this could make me or break me. I ran not knowing what to do. “Theyyyy are after you.” I gulped with fear.
Helicopters circling in the sky leaving an opening breeze for plenty. “I don’t think I’m going to make it” I said, petrified. George sighed as my tears left an opening flow on thick fabric. “Stop it, we can do it” his voice held a relaxing thought as he held the pain in. I look down, pouting, explosive bombs filling the battlefields as body’s lay still. I shiver, my helmet pounding on my face as I embrace myself.
I start loading my gun. I knew I had to help George shoot soon but I was late. Crying, I ran up to him, took my helmet off and screamed out at him.
A dragon-cat in broad daylight. Simply phenomenal. Never in my whole life would I expect to be graced with this majestic creature’s appearance. It had the furry head of a cat. The neck of a dragon. Delicate paws. Large wings. Tough scales. This is what makes it BEAUTIFUL! I pulled my phone out my pocket, ready to take a picture of the beast. Just as I was about to take a picture the dragon-cat swooped down and plucked the phone out of my hands. I guess dragon-cats are shy. I don’t blame them. I wouldn’t want the whole world to know about me if I was a dragon-cat.
The smell of blood went through the entrance of my nose. The thought of losing this phenomenal battle echoed through my mind. The minute I reached for my sword it striked. This horrible, blood covered, winged beast dropped blood all over my strawberry blonde, straight hair. Covering my mouth with this dark red liquid. squeezing my way through the dragon’s feet I flipped and fell with a heavy thud. reaching to my sword with a low breath. I grabbed it, reaching out to the dragon’s heart with the sharp point of the sword. I tried to jump and stab it but missed…
– Zara O