He just knew this wasn’t going to be a good day; it was a talent he had.
At first, it seemed that everything was perfectly normal. He sat nervously on the bus going into work. It wasn’t until he was picking up his takeaway cappuccino from the kiosk that things took a nasty turn. He was suddenly aware of the noisy commotion outside. He stepped out into the street. There was pandemonium, with people screaming, running for their lives. Then, lo and behold, the four of them appeared at the top of the main street. The traffic had stopped with people abandoning their cars and making for the side streets and alleys as fast as they could. Four of them on horseback. People were being slaughtered! Some hacked down with a huge sword by this weird looking guy riding his horse bareback, other folk being used as targets for some nutter with a bow and arrow. Then, this extremely thin dude, only just supporting himself on his horse, and last this… this skeleton thing.
As he watched the carnage moving slowly towards him, he realised that he was looking at the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse; Conquest, War, Famine and Death. They were working their way down the high street, slaughtering everyone in sight.
“Oh! No!” he mumbled as he turned, regretting ever being cursed with such a talent. He ran just as fast as he could.
He just knew this wouldn’t be a good day.