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The morning had started fine. The air was crisp and dry, the trees were orange. Just as it had been for the last few months. The forest was nearly quiet as Gourd made her way through the trees. The low hum of her vibrating throat and the crunching of leaves beneath her clawed feet the only warning that she was making her way toward her favorite drinking spot. It was a small creek that wound it's way through the forest and the water was always pleasantly cool, but not too cold. The best part...

It was cold. Snow blanketed the destroyed city, coating what was left of civilization in a pale sheen. It was almost picturesque, postcard worthy, at least from a distance. There was a strange lump in the middle of one of the streets. The snow almost seemed to glow with fire from the inside, despite it not melting away. Snow began to fall lightly again and the lump remained where it was, seemingly unbothered. However as it shifted from snow to hail it began to tw...