Just walking around in 2092, doing what I usually do, about to go write a paper for a company who claims to have seen Godzilla.

“What a bunch of idiots…Godzilla, and every other kaiju have been dead for decades, how could anyone have seen Godzilla.”

As I made my way to the door passing the tram cars as if they were floating above me. I couldn’t help but to notice something in the distance. Smoke. I ignored it thinking it was a simple fire. As I walked into the room where a certain man happened to great me. Australian, old, one eye, walking on a cane. He was a weird one but I couldn’t expect much.

“Aye! You seem to be the reporter! I hope you can forgive my looks. I-…most people say I’m crazier than a bull in a China mans shop.”

As I looked on his wall of pictures from his past I could one picture with a desert behind him. In front of him would be a giant worm. But not just any worm. A South African Graboid. “Uh sir. Did you happen to catch that Graboid?”

The man turned to look at me and said with a straight face. “No. But it had caught me and she spit me right out! Bert Gummer was there that day. Ashame he’s gone.”

While I was confused and yet intrigued. My attention was drawn by something much bigger. One hundred and twenty two feet high bigger. When the old man and I stepped out to look. There he was. Godzilla. The only thing was that he was full of markings and his back fins were damaged. Then we heard the ground shake bellow our very feet and soon after a loud screech. A Queen Graboid in Japan. The old man ran inside and locked the door.

“Hey! What are you doing!” I tried to get his attention but he just ran down to his basement. Like a basement was gonna keep him safe from a Graboid. When I looked back at the fight. It was too late. I saw a bright light and then nothing. All I remember seeing is Godzilla’s eyes. And his flames.