I co-writ it with Adrian and his friend Matthew:
Prolouge: ( Mine )
The wind was raging across the deserted fields. In the high grass an old Nazi prison, its rused doors broken. In the disance four bikes were zooming across the dusy floor. Each biker had a black hoodie, with a red chinesse dragon on the back. As they turned the corner an explosion shattered the silence. The central biker suddenly jerked the handle and slammed into a tree. The others looked scared and sped up. More explosions sounded and others fell down. When they stoped only two bikers remained. They rode on for a little time before the ground colaped under one of them. As he clammbered out the other looked a the river. After a while an explosion of paint slammed them both into the river. As they stood up Exing said "Call our alies, the war has begun!"
One chapter per two days.
(Sorry for the speling, my keboard is broken.)
