The streets are crimson with blood; the animals fled to the centre of the country. There are only about four million people left. They are in the quaint country of New Zealand. It used to be green, beautiful even. All until They came. They are a predatory species. New Zealand, apparently, has a strange ward chemical in the waters surrounding it, making it impossible for Them to get inside. The monsters can still destroy the trees and greenery. The humans left were about to get the surprise of their lives though. The monsters were tunneling under the water. Sooner or later they would be here.
Karou was at a fire. His whanau were looking into the ocean. You could almost see the creatures and their fiery aura around them.
The sky had changed since the mist came. It came from Cape Reinga, then from Piha beach, Waikanae, Dunedin, and Christchurch. It went around, invisible, and killed every single tree.
The country had tried to re-plant them. It had been sufficient for most, but the people with athsma died very quickly. Drew, Karou's sister, sat close to her mum, Aiono. She wiped the tears away. Aiono's husband, Hairou had died that day. The mist had begun to become effective on humans. They needed a weapon to fight back.
