[ WP ] Write about a group of post-apocalyptic survivors who are have just found out the apocalypse has happened

I do n't know how long we had been down here playing... it seemed like days. Our 3.5 D & D game had hit an apex sometimes last night and the DM's story just did n't let up. Joey was like that. He was an AMAZING story teller, it's just he had no idea about where to end it for the night... and we, the heathens that we were, had no idea when to call it quits. It was almost a battle of wills; myself, Jake, Chris and Austin against Joey. 
 We liked to play in character so I was decked out in this cool set of chain mail, shirt and viking helmet for my fighter, Jake had on a Robin hood thing for his elf ranger, Chris was just wearing a Pantera shirt and jeans because he was a douche like that. And Austin, much to our uproarious laughter had to wear his sister's tiara and a Xena bra we found in the basement after his character was turned into a woman a few sessions ago. To his credit he rocked that look, taking it all in stride. 
 
 ``... The party opens these massive 15 meter tall wooden doors and enters the temple of Xanagoras. You see an altar at the far end of the temple which has marble floors and torches running down either side of its walls.'' Joey said 
 
 `` I roll perception for hidden enemies'' Jake said 
 
 `` You find-'' I'll never know what Joey was about to say there because at that moment something burst through the wall. I want you to realize the full extent of what bursting through the wall of a basement means. This thing came through the wall, it's tan-brown leathery hide jiggled grotesquely as it got it's bearings in the basement. It let out a roar that sounded as if it were a cross between something out of Jurassic Park, a snarling wolf, a cement mixer full of rocks and a freight train horn. I felt it's roar inside my chest, the rumble seemed to mix with the pounding of my heart trying to escape my chest. 
 
 Everytime I tell this story I get ashamed of myself, that I just sat there, mouth agape, not even lifting a finger when the thing reared up and came down on the upper half of Joey's body and dragged him, kicking through that hole. We all ran away, ran to the ground floor of the house and our first instinct was to call the police, the Army, the CIA, FBI, NSA, CDC, hell the fucking TSA we did n't care we were terrified as children. 
 
 The Jake looked out of the front window and saw overturned cars, a fire hydrant spraying water into the air, a house on fire midway up the road and the asphalt street cracked in a line that meandered back and forth across its length. The line erupted in a similarly sized hole and a bloodstain, almost as a punctuation mark. We looked further out, down the hill and into the Bay Area and... well the city was on fire. 
 
 Giant columns of smoke rose from gutted buildings and we could make out the flashing lights of various emergency services. We could n't believe our eyes... this was n't happening. What the hell is going on? The far off rumbling vibrated the air near our faces as a skyscraper down by the water seemed to have it's right side give out from under it, it fell for maybe fifty feet before it hit something sturdy but by then it was already at an extreme angle, the force caused the stop section to break off and go plummeting to the ground. 
 
 Chris simply slumped to the ground against the wall and pitched a fit like a child. `` This ca n't be happening! This ca n't be happening! No! No! No! Please No!'' He beat his fists against the wall and the floor, hysterical and screaming. He was a strong guy, the floors shook with the impacts. Behind me I saw the street begin to erupt and jagged pieces of asphalt, and then sidewalk flew upward from what was certainly one of those things... 
 
 I ran.
