20 February 2035.
ALICE P.O.V
I woke up to something that absolutely chilled me to the bone, every fiber of my being seemingly crawling with disgust... Screams... I jumped out of bed and rushed to the window. The sky was seemingly purple and red blending together. The smell of death and decay filled the house, but from where I stood I could not figure out why it was there. I rushed downstairs fearing the worst.
"Alaric! Leo!" I tried to yell as fear choked me.
"Alice! Don't come out..." Alaric's warning came too late as I rushed outside.