Prologue

This is a story.
Tyler liked books, as many people do.
Tyler craved for knowledge, much like the creature lurking in the shadows, hungry for fresh, bleeding meat.
With another 'ping' the doors of the elevator opened, and Tyler walks out.
With yet another 'ping' the maw of the elevator opened with a groan and growl; Tyler ran out quickly, not wanting to be swallowed and digested.
Tyler feels like he is drowning.
Tyler is drowning.
In the blood and bodies of those who experience first-hand the forecast. This forecast made blood cover the ground. Tyler hated the forecast.
"Trust me I won't forget." Assured Tyler.
"Trust me, you will."