Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Página 117

Snapping back to reality, Monkey reread the tiny numbers on the flimsy paper. “October 31st, 2017.” he
whispered.
A loud thud erupted as Pigsy dropped to the ground.
“PIGSY, WAKE UP! PIGSY!”
“What happened? Where am I?” Pigsy muttered, rubbing his throbbing head.
“You just fainted, we’re in Hong Kong remember” Xuanzang answered.
“That wasn’t a dream?” Everyone shook their heads, a worried look spread across their faces.
No one had a good plan, so they decided to keep heading west until someone thought of something.
Everywhere they looked, there was something new and different. Streets were filled with people inside
huge, metal monsters attached to circular, black cylinders.
“WOAH!