The street was empty, except the beige station wagon and a corpse of a police officer. The wind was blowing, producing a chilling effect on the mind of 35 year old Frank Lords. The station wagon was his, and the police officer had been deprived of his firearm. Frank had taken it, after he saw a giant monster stop his car in the middle of the road. The officers came to fight it, but they were all dispatched. He observed this all from a thicket on the side of the road. He spoke to himself: "I only hope that thing is gone. Shit, what am I going to do? These monsters are trying to overrun mankind! I've got to get my friends and family together, and get out of this hell."<br/>He turned around to see his house. It was a pale yellow, with white shutters. Something had smashed into his house, and the north and south walls of the house were crushed to the foundation. Two monsters had crossed the street, and Frank was in the middle of them. He was quite simply, lucky to be alive. His wife, Kelly, was not. She was in the house with their son Elliott, who was turning seventeen in a few months. But now, as his house, they were gone. Presumably eaten by whatever stomped on their house. His only option now was to save Ray Michaels, a warfare veteran who was in the hospital for a severed arm and a friend. His arm was healed, and so he could probably leave the hospital anyway. So, to save time, Frank started through the city park, which was a shortcut to the hospital. He'd save Ray, and they'd take the subway rails to the neighboring town.<br/>As he entered the park, he could see a giant fat dragon. He quickly hid behind a tree, waiting for it to pass.<br/><br/>(Man! I think that's the longest intro I've ever written! Good job, me!)