Week 2-Thursday

I ran. She ran. They ran. Everybody was running, for their lives. We made a sharp turn into a dark alley and quickly got inside and abandoned apartment by jumping thorugh the windows surrounded by broken glass. Everything was silent for a couple of seconds. Then we saw it. I remember this moment very well because it was the firts time I saw one that close. Puffing flames and smoke from his nose and carrying it's mechanical broken wings, and slowly scrathing the walls of a building with it's giant metal claws. A dragon. It stood still for what appeared to me an hour and then flew away. There were a couple of seconds filled with awkard silence, until Adrian snapped. "Next time you get yourself a cut from glass, how about you put a band aid"? Said he in a mean tone. He was right though, dragons can smell blood from miles away.