《An Everyman's not so Average Life.》


 An Everyman discovered

    Walking through a desolate lamdscape, you enter a library for shelter due to its surprisingly stable infrastructure.


    The hellscape of the aftermath of The Apocalypse was not just underestimated but rather ignored... no one ignores it now.


    Everything that could have been born, has.


    It is underestimating everyones suffering if you called this hell, it is worse.


    You find useless books to burn, piling them up in an enclosed spot with a makeshift chimney.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    After you finished gathering, you decide to get comfortable, taking off your backpack and setting up a small area to rest in.


    Your broken, but barely useable, sleeping bag is set up now all thats left to do now is to wait for night-time.


    Yawn!~


    Man, are you tired! You decide to quench your boredom, after all, it would be unwise to sleep without a fire.


    You don''t know why, you are a fifth generation survivor, centuries had passed since the apocalypse.


    So, you get up and begin to look for a book to read.


    Scouring through the bookshelves, you find something that chatches your intrests... a diary?


    It has a simplistic brown cover with no design, it has a tattered piece of string attached to it, supposedly a bookmark.


    There is a simple name on it...


    The Story of John John.

 Everyday, Everyone, Everman, Everything.

    ¡¸The day before hell¡¹


    Waking up from his bed, an average man got up, put on his work suit and ate a simple toast with butter before leaving.


    His walk was so average that anyone could copy it with no effort.


    Walking along a sidewalk, his clothing was as normal as one could get, his suit was that of an average financial consultant of an average real estate agency.


    ¡¸What was once an average day would be known world wide as the final day in heavan. For everyone.¡¹


    Making it to a simple train station, he waited for his train at the station.


    After the usual ten minutes, the train finally arrived as he moved forward with unconscious movements.


    ¡¸My body so used to the everday life, I moved without having to think, my body so used that I could walk to work without even thinking once.¡¹


    The train was always crowded, meaning he was always squished inbetween the same doctor and janitor.


    ¡¸Those two... she would become hells greatest doctor while the other would be known as the great cleanser.¡¹


    Finally, the train stopped at his stop. The same ten people poured out as he left, a teacher, a two school girls, five coworkers and a couple.


    ¡¸Those people... I cant remember their faces, it has been years, i can''t remember.¡¹


    Walking to his workplace, he followed the same path, maintaining an average pace unconcsiously.


    Passing by shopping districts, his face shone through the reflectons, so average that no one would ever remember it.


    He would be lost in a crowd and no one would be able to tell him apart from anyone else.


    Finally, making it to his workplace, the logo remained fixed, a house on waves. The name of the company never changing in all his years of working.


    ¡¸Real Estate Agensea. A dumb name if i say so myself,  yet i still worked there.¡¹


    Walking in, the calm AC of the building kept it at an average temperature, the same one that would never make you shiver or sweat.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    He made it to his office, a simple 5.5 was on his office door under his name.


    Entering, his office was as average as any office, a simple desk and chair near the wall with a computer on top, his desk had a single pen with a plaque, his name with Financial consultant underneath it.


    His work day remained the same, he would help and advice customers and contractors.


    His work day was average and went by like wind. Soon, the day ended as the sun set.


    Getting up from his desk after finishing with his last client. He packed up his supplies and fixed his desk.


    He, then, began to leave the workplace, not wanting to talk to anyone.


    Reaching the train station, the same ten people were also there waiting.


    Soon, his train came and he boarded with the same unconscious movements from before.


    soon, his day ended as he made it to his stop, only he left on this specific stop.


    Who was this man?


    Why was he so average?


    ¡¸To anyone reading this, i am John John. My life was normal, until...¡¹


    Walking along the sidewalk, John, an everage man was coming back after another days of work.


    He worked as an office worker, a regular office worker in an average company, Real estate Agensea, as a finance consultant.


    His days were average. Wake up, eat breakfast, take the train to work, work from nine to five, come back, eat dinner, sleep.


    He is an everyman, a trope, an average joe.


    He is J, John.


    His friends would call him J.J, not much but it gave him enough uniqueness.


    "Yo John!"


    While walking back home from the train station, he heard a masculine voice from behind.


    Usually he would ignore such call outs but he was more energized than usual, so he turned around to see his neighbour running up to him.


    ¡¸Michael, he was slightly special, not like that, but he was a great guy.¡¹


    "What."


    His voice, tired and annoyed, leaves his mouth in a lazy manner.


    "Thats no way to talk to a friend!"


    The neighbour put his arm around John with a friendly aura.


    "I''m not your friend."


    ¡¸How regretful, he was my only real friend.¡¹


    John wished to lay on his comfy bed and rest after a day of hard work but someone was keeping him here.


    "C''mon! A simple hello!"


    "...hello."


    Patting John''s shoulder, the neighbour left while waving.


    "Alright, I''ll get out of your hair!"


    Waving his wave off, John continued to walk home, uneventful.


    Finally, reaching his home, a simple one story building for lonley men, he entered the usual darkness that he was accustomed to.


    ¡¸My home, more like a prison, was what kept me from going insane from the constant patterns of daily life.¡¹


    Walking in, John closed the door behind him, his body moving on its own to the kitchen to begin cooking dinner.


    ¡¸My daily dinner is not so healthy, usually leftovers, but the final normal day was different.¡¹


    John opened the fridge, nothing except for a few instant noodles.


    "Damn it..."


    Taking one of the cups, he began to heat up water.


    ¡¸I still remember the taste of that cup noodle, disgusting and stale.¡¹


    Throwing the empty cup in the trash, John headed to his bed, a simple king sized bed.


    Throwing himself on the bed, he began to drift into a dreamworld, the fatigue of the day washing away.


    ¡¸That was the final normal day, my final sleep where i wasnt worried for my life.¡¹

 No one. Nothing. Never-ending. Nevertheless...

    Waking up on his bed, John went to the toilet to relieve himself.


    ¡¸You never take anything for granted until it really is gone.¡¹


    Walking out of the toilet, he washed his hands and prepared a small breakfast as he put on his suit.


    His usual breakfast as toast with butter. Eaten in seconds, he left after putting on his shoes.


    ¡¸Everything seemed normal at first.¡¹


    Walking through the same path, riding the same train, working the same job...


    ¡¸No one would have guessed it, not even the seer.¡¹


    Walking back, exhausted, John saw a beautiful red moon, it was almost as if a trance was put on him.


    He hadn''t made it to the train station back home yet. He was just walking out of his office building as his eyes caught the glimpse of the moons ruby colour, which was strange...


    "...!"


    "...?!"


    Not hearing the yells around him, nor the fires burning, not even the sounds of bones cracking around him.


    "...n!"


    He didn''t even notice a shadow over him that covered the entire building he worked at, well... that was until.


    "John!"


    ¡¸I should have died there, like everyone else.¡¹


    Michael, running as fast as he could grabbed John by the arm, snapping him out of his trance, as the both of them tumbled down onto the concrete.


    BOOM!¡ª


    A resounding explosion was heard as John quickly turned to look behind him of where his old office was...


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    A foot as large as three of the buildings stood where his old office was, looking up to see where the foot was connected to was a giant... giant, well, giant!


    Michael, putting his hands over John''s ears began dragging and, basically, yanking him along as he tried to save John.


    "John!"


    Soon, John finally began speaking once more as the initial shock died down.


    "What the fuck!"


    ¡¸My words were ''what the fuck!'' As anyone would say.¡¹


    "What is going on! Was that fucking foot!?"


    "John, listen..."


    "How is that real! What is going on! How do you know where i work Michael?!"


    "John!"


    "..."


    ¡¸That moron, even though he was an idiot, he is my friend. He kept me steady.¡¹


    "Now isn''t the time for any of that. C''mon, I know a safe area."


    Michael, grabbing John''s arm began dragging the still confused and terrified John


    While traversing the alleyways carefully, there were the flickers of fire over the buildings as screams could be heard, even weird flying creatures that John could not see properly.


    "What is going on, atleast tell me!"


    ¡¸It wasn''t obvious at first, for me, but it was clearly...¡¹


    "The end."


    "What? The end of what!"


    "Look around us John, the world is ending."


    Soon, the two make it to a small dug out area under a building, in the alleyway, behind a dumpster.


    "You''re asking me to fit in there?"


    "Can you nitpick?"


    Without much convincing, John went into the small dug out area, Michael joining close after. It left enough space between them but both had to sit and bend their backs.


    "Where even are we?"


    "A hole."


    ¡¸I really couldn''t tell if he was a smart man or an idiot among idiots.¡¹


    "Who made this? And how did youknow where to make it."


    "Well, i think a ''thank you'' would be nice first."


    "Sigh... Thank. You. Now tell me."


    "Idunno!"


    Michael said while looking at John with a smile.


    ¡¸I really couldn''t tell.¡¹


    "Sigh, would this be any safer? What if that giant foot thing came down again..."


    "They only target specific buildings."


    John had a shocked look as he heard Michael''s reasoning.


    "And you know this, how?"


    "Know what?"


    "...seriously?"


    Michael tilted his head innocently, which did not help because he was around 25, slightly younger than John.


    ¡¸Sometimes, he really did seem off in the headw while other times...¡¹


    "Plus, it''s safer to be inside than to look at the false moon."


    "???"


    John had this look of whiplash and confusion all over his face as Michael kept switching on him.


    "The fuck is a false moon!-mphf!"


    Michael covered John''s mouth with his hands as she made a shushing gesture before pointing upwards.


    "Dont yell it out. It does not like being called out."


    John, overall, was confused.


    ¡¸His explanation was strangely clear. Megalo''s are giant, well, giants. The same ones that destroyed my, and many other, buildings by stepping on them. who tell sweet lies to gain a cult-like following as they eat their own believers.¡¹


    ¡¸The red moon was an entity that wished to bestow this world their own light.¡¹


    "So, how long are we gonna stay here?"


    "An hour, then everything should die down."


    Michael sounded very confident