Darkness began to sweep across the battered land as the Sun slowly shut her weary eyes. The receding light briefly caught on the twisted metal that stuck out from the Earth, reminding one of a gleaming rib cage from some ancient behemoth, long since picked dry by any vultures flocking about. And essentially, that is precisely what it was. The remains of a mighty behemoth, a creature that once stood at the top of the world, towering far above the lesser species. This creature had once controlled the world. Even after a more ferocious behemoth had come along and knocked it from its place of glory, it was still one of the dominant creatures of the modern world. But in one night that had all change. For that once mighty behemoth had died. And not a kind death either. No, it had been violent. It had taken a lot to bring down this old giant.

Yes, London had fallen. This once mighty city was in ruins. Its people were dead, its streets choked with blood, its old buildings reduced to little more then twisted metal. But all was not lost. Many of the citizens had managed to evade the slaughter. They had somehow taken cover and hid from the attacking forces. Or maybe they had managed to find a spot where the fighting hadn't progressed to yet. Or maybe they were just lucky. Whatever the reason, they began to slowly pulled themselves out of the shadows, surveying the wreckage with hollow eyes, their minds reeling. For what they had seen shocked and terrified them. It was a nightmare come true. They could only stare at the remains of their once noble city and remember what had transpired the night before.

They remembered clutching one another as the zeppelins approached, remembered cowering in fear as the soldiers dressed similarly to the KKK poured out of the opposing helicopters, remembered frantic screams and twisted bodies as their friends, family, and neighbors were cut down by bullets from all sides. They remembered the heat of the fires, the deafening sound of buildings crumpling, the whizzing of stray bullets that flitted past their ears, the taste of blood as people they loved were killed. They remembered the terror. But most of all, they remembered HIM. Their unlikely savior. Even after all they had witnessed their minds still tried to believe that it was impossible. But as much as they tried, deep down they knew it was true. They had seen HIS army, stared into the pitted eyes of the dead. They had felt the chill it placed on their hearts, so deep down that not even the shock and terror of before could touch. But he was gone now. And so was his army, leaving behind no pliable trace of their existence. No, all that was left was the corpses, both human and metal. For how could the dead die twice? As the citizens of London pulled themselves from the wreckage, one thought rang clear. What would happen now?