Zane woke up on a beach somewhere in New Jersey. He glanced over. Lucius was beheaded, blood still seeping from his neck. He sniffed the air. It smelled odd, like rubber. Zane stood up and whirled around. The sky was red, the city was on fire. What the hell? How long was I asleep? he thought.
A figure in a cloak approached Zane. "Hello Zane. Welcome to the end of the world."
"What the hell are you talking about, Wanderer?" he asked.
"Well, this is Armageddon. You're about to die, Timothy and Lucius are already dead. The girl, Diamond, will die soon."
"YOU LIAR!" Zane yelled.
A shock ran through his body. The Wanderer had stabbed him. Zane knelt down. The blood felt warm on his cold hands. He fell over, motionless, pale, dead.