The Psychic and the Mentor

Date: 12/23/2016

**warning: I word vomit and my grammar is horrendous like my face** I was given a task from the psychic to protect my friends. However, I discover my talents and skill set weren't worthy enough to embellish the idea of being strong. Strong as in being positive. I tried to complete my task by visiting my friends -- they were gone. I didn't realize I was in apocalypse after seeing the roads and the houses in total destruction. I remember seeing the sky, it was glowing a blood red illuminating the highlights of the shadow, reflecting on the concrete streets and puddles. My Psychic, a teacher or friend... whatever she saw me "as," called my cell to stressfully remind to seek out my friends and to protect them. But I told her they were gone. She hung up. I panicked. I didn't know exactly what I had to do next, I felt like a failure, even though I didn't do much. After standing in the middle of the road for so long, I decided to run towards the sky; obviously on land. There was no way for me fly towards it. We all know in order to enter the realm of space, you need a space shuttle. I ran anyway, but for what reason? I turned my head to my back quickly. And slowly stop running. I see my friends angrily walking towards me. They we're acting like mobs. Instead of running away, I ran towards them and punch them. I manage to beat a few down and kill the rest. My Psychic called me and said, "You did it. You protect your friends."