Prozac awakens from a nap to walls falling down around him. Thinking it was all a part of the dream he was just having it took him a second to realize that this was actually happening. 

"What the fuck is going on? Is this an earthquake in the middle of Chicago?"

Completely confused and disorientated Prozac digs his way out of the rubble and down to the street side. Looking back at the once glorious fort that he had spent the best part of his life in he reflects on all the great times and great people that flourished inside those walls. Listening to the words from the people on the street it starts to sink in to just what happened to the Fort, its leaders and its hard working family members, an act of god? Prozac grabs a bystander by the collar on his jacket and shakes him violently.

"What do you mean an act of god?" Prozac yells at the man

"Twas an earthquake for sure Mr. Prozac. We was all surprised by it as there had been talk of an increase in such disasters happening lately" the scared man replied

Prozac shoves the man away and suddenly remembers what the his dream was all about......................A whole different world that existed outside of this thing of ours there was another world and its people had their hands in the lives of the people in this one. There was some sort of incident and the shock waves from that world travelled as far as our shores and shook the foundations of our lives. Could it all have been a dream or is it real. Do gods exist? Raising his head to the sky Prozac yells loudly....

"THIS FORT WAS NOT STOLEN"

A single tear rolled down his cheek as Prozac reached inside his jacket pocket, pulling out his gun he laid it down on the front step of his former home. Standing and turning to the street he walked to an awaiting car, opening the door he got in and the car sped away. Heading in the direction of his new home.