Chapter 2: Snow White Dragon
Snow continued to descend for hours on end despite the cloudless sky. It was a bizarre phenomenon, unnatural just like the dragons were.
Dragons should not exist. They could not exist. Many people had screamed and shouted and wailed in denial, refusing to believe what they were seeing. What their body was feeling, even in the end.
Those people were the ones who had died first, either perished in the hellish inferno or by taking their own life. The latter happened more often than not, for so many believed this was all a dream.
Or a nightmare.
Yes. It was very easy to die. A bullet to the head was all it took, and Jonathan had enough ammunition on him to kill himself more than a hundred times over, but he would not do something of the sort.
Not because it was an easy way out. Not because he had feared the blissful release of death. No. What he feared was being scolded by his mother when he finally sees her again. She had wanted him to live and continued to live, and so he would, even if the entire world had reduced to ash.
How he had survived the hellish inferno 16 years prior was simply nothing short of a miracle. After he was thrown forwards by the flames, he fell perfectly right through an uncovered manhole against all impossible odds. If he had just missed the hole just a little, his skull would have split against the steel rim of the manhole.
But he did not.
Jonathan had landed in the sewer overflowing with sewage head first.
Being submerged in shit and piss was not something anyone would have planned, but they protected him from the flames that would have claimed his flesh and bone.
It then pulled him along into one of the connecting tunnels further underground.
It hid him there while the city above was being reduced to cinder. People were dying by the thousands while he remained out of sight and out of danger. Never out of mind, however. The nauseating smells of burning flesh along with the terrifying cries stopped him from leaving the safety of his shithole.
Even when silence came from above, Jonathan remained in the sewer, submerged in sewage with his eyes closed, his mouth tightly sealed, and his ears covered with both hands. It was just a nightmare, a horrifying nightmare that his mother would wake him up and assured him everything would be okay.
He was still waiting for that to happen. For her to wake him.
It had been 16 years and counting already.
Eventually, Jonathan pulled himself out of the sewer and returned to the world above. He had to, for the hunger and thirst were overwhelming.
There was not much left standing in the city once bristling with lively people. Building situated around the manhole were nothing more than heaps of molten metals and broken concrete. Charred remains littered everywhere, twisted and mangled in dreadful poses.
Jonathan ran after seeing all that without realizing he was being watched from above by a pair of eyes.
Eyes of a great beast, and the only reason that the beast did not spread its wings and swooped down from the burning sky and devoured Jonathan was simply due to him smelled like shit and piss. He was covered in the stuff, enough to make anyone puke.
Thus, no matter how hungry the monster was, it could not eat something that was equivalent to trash, and it did not bother to waste a breath to incinerate an insignificant child either.
Within its mind, it had debated what could one puny human child would be able to do. It believed that Jonathan would not survive for long. Not in this hostile world.
The creature was wrong in that regard, for Jonathan had survived for 16 years on his own power. The first couple of years following the Great Awakening weren't too difficult due to the abundant amount of foods that he did not need to pay.
Jonathan just hopped from one supermarket to another, day in day out, stuffing his small mouth with whatever that had not been looted or claimed.
Not many people paid attention to an 'abandoned' kid when they had their own children and survivals to attend to. His horribly scarred face and body also frightened them greatly. They all had thought he was a monster at first, and some people did try to help him once their fear subsided.
The help they gave never lasted long. He was just another orphan in the world now full of orphans. In a world where only the strong survive.
Whatever caused the dragons to awaken from their unending slumber also grounded the entire world to a halt. Electronic devices regardless of size and shape simply stopped working. It was a blackout on a global scale.
Cars stopped dead on the roads while aircrafts fell out of the sky soon after. The effect was not instant since combustion engines and gas turbines kept those vehicles working for hours even after the great event, at least until they ran out of fuel.
The end result was the same, regardless.
Without a functioning electrical system controlling vehicle's complex hydraulics, steering them was a nightmare. It was especially true in aircrafts, already cruising high in the sky.
Their pilots had no choice but to keep them airborne until the inevitable happened. Some planes had tried to land safely in a large body of water. There was some success in that, only for its passengers to wait for help that never come. The rest of the aircrafts fell out of the sky, not always because they had run out of fuels.
Only dragons were allowed in the sky. Anything else were ripped apart by them.
Speaking of dragons, Jonathan glued his body to a tree when the scar on his back pulsed painfully. He waited until the sun ascended into the sky from the ominous tree lines, ushering a new day. He stayed still and out of view when the first ray washed over his face.
He continued to wait even when a vast shadow casted over the entire forest. He held his breath when ancient trees rustled violently as a titanic white dragon flapped its enormous wings.
The creature glided across the sky at a low altitude, as its scales glittered quite majestically in the light of a new day.
Jonathan watched the predator of mankind passed overhead before fixing his brown scarf around his head and face, covering his facial scar and leaving only his eyes visible from outside.
And when the monster finally disappeared into the far horizon, he removed himself from the tree and then continued onwards towards the nearest town.
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