《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. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found 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. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. 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... 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?!" This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. "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 even though he acted, or was, like an idiot. "Atleast the beginning part, then there would be zombies then meteors and comets raining down. The sun wouldnt exist and so on and so on." John, with a horrified expression was horribly confused and terrified. "And how do you know all of this!" "Know what?" John gave up, covered his head inbetween his knees and waited. ¡¸Before i wrote my days and stories, this is how i would cope. I guess.¡¹ ¡ñ¡ñ¡ñ "Hey, John. Lets go!" Michael squeezed through the gap and helped John out too, the fire was still raging and the screams were everywhere... but there were obviously less now. "Where the fuck are we supposed to go now." "Lets first get out of the city." ¡¸With a goal in mind, we began to move across alleyways and move through roads, until...¡¹ "...what is that?" Behind a wall, John peeked out and saw a man eating another man. "Undead cannibals." Michael''s voice was full of hatred making John surprised before Michael looked at him innocently, making John repulsed and ignore Michael again. "They look like fuckin'' zombies." ¡¸Undead cannibals, they can think and have autonomous control over their body, they just like eating human flesh.¡¹ "Nah, that hasn''t been released yet, these prototypes will be here for a week before the actual zombies are released." John turned back aroun to face Michael, wanting answers to his mad words only to be hit with the innocent face, repulsing John and making him forget why he wanted to ask the question. "We''re close so lets just run by and make it through the forest." "Nah, we have to leave from the other side of the city, now i know where the Cannibal country started..." John thought to himself This guy really is insane, atleast he seems to know what he is doing. The two had to backtrack now, the pilgrim begins. Daybreak, Destruction, Delibrate, Determine The only sounds that resonate around them is the flames. Everything else is eerily quiet. ¡¸This was the calmest things would ever be¡¹ "Michael." John''s voice cut through that silence as he adressed his friend walking infront of him. "What is going on." The simgle repeating question that would have the most obvious answer, John could not accept it. "The end." Yet, Michael gave a slap in the face answer, there was no hidden kindness or easing in that answer. It made John slightly shocked but... tilting his head up, he tried to ignore his own feelings. When he looked up, the night sky was off. Stars were missing and the remaining stars were... misplaced. That was when he saw it... a single star opens into an eye. "...Michael?" The eye closes as Michael turns around, looking confused. "Whats up?" "...nothing. So we''re trying to leave the city?" "It is the safest!" "How do you know all this?" Michael did''nt answer as he turned back around, continuing to walk as John was left in the dust. "Hey! Wait up!" ¡¸Its better to give the benefit of the doubt.¡¹ Catching up, they stop at a small corner shop to stock up and gather supplies. "John, you should change." John was still wearing his work suit was dirtied and slightly torn due to the First Hour. Michael handed him some clothes from his backpack. ¡¸I didnt even notice he had a backpack on until this moment.¡¹ John just had a blank expression on his face, why? The clothes he was handed were... very tight(?). "Me? This?" "Yes." "No." "Yes." Michael went into the back and changed his clothes too, somewhat similar but he had a coat on as an extra. John had a tired expression as he went to the back after Michael to change. When entering the backrooms to change, he saw a dead body in there. ¡¸It seemed an Undead cannibal was killed there.¡¹ On the corner of a wall were clothes, presumably Michael''s. John finished changing as hewore the skintight clothes. "John! Are you done?" "Yeah... im coming." The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ¡¾??¡¿ While leaving the backrooms, he sees a seated corpse, half eaten wearing a nice vest. Shrug john walks out of the backrooms with the skintight top and flexible pants... with a vest on. ¡¸Thats when i found it.¡¹ John reached Michael who was looking through the shelves for supplies. "Michael." Glancing up, Michael let out a quiet choke as he held in his laughter. "H-hey john..." "What." "Look for supplies too." Michael waved off John as he turned to continue look. John''s eyebrow twitched at this. ¡¸Seriously, was he always this annoying?¡¹ John sighed as he turned around to look around. Finding many supplies. ¡¸Current supplies - Backpack, Flashlight, Batterys ¡Á13 (need more), Pens ¡Á 2 (current one running out), Water botles bottles and...¡¹ While picking up and putting supplies in the backpack he found, Michael taps his shoulder. "John." "What." Turning around, he saw Michael with his own backpack and... a sword? ¡¸Where the hell does he get stuff like this?¡¹ "Where the hell did you get that?" "Get what?" Michael tilted his head, acting oblivious and cute. John just looked disgusted before looking at what was in his outstretched hand. "Here is a gift." ¡¸A journal...¡¹ "Why the hell would i need it?" "More than you''ll know...'' Taking it out of his hands, John looked through it. A perfectly empty brown journal. "Why?" "It helps keep your mind secure!" Looking through the pages again, the same white pages remain unchanging... except for the last page, three big dots...
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"Whats this at the last page?" "What?" "Nevermin¨C" "The End." "What?" Michael turned around and headed for the exit. "We should start walking again, The Day will soon begin." John followed from behind as Michael kept walking, not waiting or slowing down. His steps quicker than normal, almost deliberate. "Wait up!¨C" "Quiet." Michael put his finger over his lips as lights began shining around. "Its starting..." Grabbing John''s hand, he pulled them both into a shadow. "What is??" ¡¸Daybreak¡¹ Daybreak "Daybreak" The sun began its rise, it was fast, its goal was simple. Dominate the sky. Soon, it stopped moving as it reached high noon before releasing a high, deafening shrill shriek. The bright rays intensifying. ¡¶SHRRRIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH¡· Thankfully, Michael covered his ears while John was rolling on tground holding his ears. "Fucking hell-mphf!" Before John could yell out in pain, Michael covered his mouth his his hand. "Do not let it hear us..." The second round of screaming began. The survivors of The Night must now survive The Day. John, removing Michaels hand from his mouth, nodded as he slowly began to speak again. "What is that..." "The sun. The first thing ever worshipped by human - or any sentient - mind." "What?" "Do not let it trick you. It is our sun, not god. Do not let it ''bless'' you." "How do you know about this." "John. Now isn''t the time for those questions." "But it is important as to why i should trust you." "John, im your friend. I want to help you, so please. Trust me." ¡¸My friend... he has been my friend for so long, yet also so annoyeing ing¡¹ "...fine, i will. But i expect answers to why you know so much." "Alright, someday i will tell you." John turned his head away with an annoyed huff but what he saw frightened him. "Michael... if you know so much, what do eyes in the dark mean..." "What? The darkness? That isn''t supposed to..." Turning to face what John is staring at, he froze before grabbing his hand and running... into the light, into its gaze. "Michael! The thought you said-" "That was before i knew!" "Knew what?" "That thing is here! Its out much earlier!" Michael''s words came out in riddles as John tried to understand any of it. "Damn it! Great Radient Lights have come with the Void of Darkness Rebirthed!" "Michael! What are you saying!" "John! Cover your eyes!" Soon, blinding lights shone across them as the gaze of it focused on them. John caught a glimpse of the sun... it was beautiful. It was... a blessing. "...n!" "..hn!" It was too beautiful to remove his gaze, it would be wrong to do so. "JOHN!" The buildings covered the sun as John snapped out of whatever trance was keeping him... a slight shimmer in his eyes. John got pulled into a building by Michael, into a kitchen inside of a cafe. Dazed, John was sat down onto a desk as he heard screams... warm blood splashing onto his face, yet he did not care... he could not care. His eyes hurt. He grabbed and rummaged through his backpack while Michael was... well, removing the survivors of inside the cafe''s kitchen. Taking out the brown journal, he took out a new pen and began writing. ¡¸Chapter one...¡¹ He began writing what happened. As the shimmer in his eyes finally subsided. Looking up, he saw Michael wiping his sword... with a campfire, strewn around were splotches of blood and cut up bodies. "Michael..." "They were undead cannibals." "Can we sleep..." "...yeah, its safe." Forgotten. Forsaken. Failed. Found. In an endless field of soft green gradishevelledntinuous pitter-patter of raindrops fell from the dark grey clouds. In the middle of this field, two young boys, around the age of six, stood face to face, even though one of them was faceless. "Mike?" the first boy said, his blank face able to produce sounds. "Why did you call me here?" His voice was confused and laced with annoyance. However, the other boy¡ªMike¡ªstood still, smiling without answering. "So?" The faceless boy pressed. "Johnny, what would you do?" From that question alone, the boy¨CJohnny¨Cfelt a sudden anger rise in his chest as he gritted his teeth. "What would I do? What would I do?! I don''t know! Where the hell are we, Mike?" "Johnny... I''d sleep." "Hah," Johnny scoffed, a snide laugh escaping him. "Of course you would. You lazy fuck. Fine. I''d walk¡ªwalk away from everyone and everything. Walk away from you." Mike only smiled and closed his eyes. "I''ll hold you to it..." ¡ª "...n." Soft snores could be heard as a voice tried to wake the sleeping figure. "...JOHN!" "I''M UP!" Sitting up quickly, John bumped his head against Mike¡¯s forehead as Mike rubbed his head in annoyance. "Fuck! What are you doing?" "Trying to wake you up!" Mike sounded excited as he stood up and stretched. Apparently, he had found an electric lantern. "Let¡¯s continue getting the hell out of this city!" Looking out from the small window on the barred emergency exit door, John saw it was night. "Right. We need to do that." Getting up as well, John packed his belongings. One item that caught his attention was his journal. Picking it up, he took out a pen and began to write: ¡¸What would I do? I still haven''t figured out what he meant when he asked me that question.¡¹ After jotting down a small excerpt, he packed his journal away and followed Mike out of the small caf¨¦. Mike illuminated the way with the lantern, ensuring they took the stealthiest path. "Are there any new things we have to look out for?" Mike asked, stopping to glance back at John. "Hm, well... I don''t know. It seems things are being released earlier." "And that is?" "Be careful of the sky; it isn''t safe anymore." After another cryptic message, Mike turned back and continued walking, leaving John to figure out what he meant. "Hm, alright... what the hell does any of that mean?" As he looked up at the sky, he saw something zoom past them, holding what looked like a carcass with its talons. Suddenly, Mike turned off the lantern, plunging them into darkness. "...a" "...oj" "Iw...ts" As they remained in the dark, voices could be heard, and eyes began sprouting from the shadows, almost calling them to enter. Click¡ª Screeeetch! Michael turned the lantern back on, ignoring the crying eyes as the light cut through the darkness. John followed while covering his ears. "Can they shut up?!" The screaming was overwhelming¡ªboth from the darkness and from John. Michael turned around and lifted his finger to his lips. "Those screams aren¡¯t real; they¡¯re only in your mind. Do not scream." This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. His warning made John realise that this was not his world anymore... "Right..." John followed along as Michael picked up speed, the screams in John¡¯s mind fading the further they went. "How far do we have left," John asked, his feet trying to keep up with Michael''s almost deliberate and sped-up steps. "Have you never seen the city or something? We have half a day''s worth of non-stop travel left." A groan escaped John''s mouth as he let the words sink in. He just wanted to escape now¡ªfrom this hellish place. "Once we do, we will have to find a safe area before the forest is next." John froze, his body unmoving, causing Michael to turn as he stopped hearing his footsteps. John looked... frightened. "Even the forest isn''t safe? Then why the hell are we going there?" John''s voice had a slight and unnoticeable shake to it as he spoke. "Because this place will soon switch status from a city to a grinder." His words become stranger still as his words mean a sort of nothing as he begins to walk again. "Seriously, what do you mean." What happened next was uneventful, nothing happened for a long time. Well, that is until they were three-quarters of the way there. "S-survivors!" A man spoke from behind them, he had disheveled clothes as he ran up to greet them. Michael took out his sword and aimed it at the man. "Do not step closer." His voice was filled with distrust as the man stopped in fright. "W-wait! Im not any of them!" His clothes were ruined and disheveled, his bright blinde hair was dirtied from dirt as his red eyes had a small shimmer to it as he put his hands up in surrender. "Who are you¨C" "Sam?" Before Michael could figure out the identity of this sudden stranger, John spoke out... almost longingly. "Who¨C...John?" The disheveled man¨CSam¨Canswered as he called out a familiar name, causing John to run up and hug him. "Sam! Fuck man! Where have you been!" "I-i don''t know! All this crazy stuff happened!" "What is going on?" The voice to break this warming moment was Michael as he was left there, a proper(?) Confused face on him. "Oh, right. Michael, he''s Sam, my old friend in highschool." "...oh! That Sam!" Michael closed the distance as John pulled back from the hug, leaving poor defenceless Sam to deal with the newly energized Michael. "I''ve heard so much about you! From John, he said you were the only person who didn''t annoy him to oblivion!" Sam was left confused as Michael put his sword away and began to shake his hand vigorously. "W-well, I was his bestfriend." "Excuse me?" Michael slightly tightened the grip on Sam''s hand. "Who''s best friend?" "U-uh... well..." Michael had this strange glint in his eyes as he tightened his grip, slowly as the pain began to emerge. "H-hey, could you let go-" "Michael." In the distance, John, who was now holding the electric lamp grabbed their attention as he signalled them to begin walking again. "Right. Nice to meet you, Sam." Michael let go of his hand and turned around to leave. "C''mon." The newly found trio began to walk. Reliving. Remembering. Re-enacting. Rejection "Let''slly!" Screaming out, Sam was pumping his fists in the air before Thwack!- John''s hand came down hard. "Stop screaming." "Sorry, John!" John glanced backwards to the fading city... burned and ruined, three giant figures with heads as high as the clouds could be seen dominating the landscape. "Let''s go now," Michael said while wiping his sword as John began writing in his journal. ¡¸He looks off. I miht ght be slightly paranoid but still.¡¹ Closing his book, John nodded before asking "Where to?" Sam stopped gazing at the landscape as his eyes fell onto the sitting figure of Michael. "Somewhere far." "That''s all?" Sam asked, confused by the anonymity of Michael. "Well, let''s start then. Lead the way Michael," John''s voice broke through the sudden staredown. The two looked at eachother before nodding "Lead the way Michael!" Sa¡ö said as he finished folding his sleeping bag. "Alright, don''t stray away, the forest is big." And so, the thr-[two] began their jounrey into the forest. Slowly but surely, they made their way carefully. While making their way through the strange fauna, S¡ö asked Michael in a quieter tone, "So, why has ¡ö changed ¡ö ¡ö?" Michael, who was cutting through the more blood-vessel-looking vines, answered in his usual nonchalance, "Well, the fauna''s sudden change may have been caused by the end of the world... but..." stopping for a second, he turned around to ¡ö. John, tilted his head at Michael''s reaction and turned too... seeing nobody. "So, who are you talking to?" "What?" "Michael, you were talking to someone, who was it?" "It was [¡ö]...?" "Who? I wasn''t saying anything because i trust you but... are you okay?" John showed an unusual amount of care, however Michael looked pale faced. "Nothing... we have to go quickly." ¡ö looked between them confused, ¡ö opened ¡ö mouth, trying to speak... what came out was... "¡ö" nothing. The [two] began walking faster, Michael clearing the path efficiently. "By the way, where did you learn to use a sword like that?" John asked as his eyes followed the path the sword took. "Well... do you need to know?" Michael asked back, to this, John just sighed before replying, "No. No i dont." ¡ö looked at the two before ¡öing, "¡ö ¡ö ¡ö???" and nothing came out. ¡öing, ¡ö just followed the two. ¡¸Am i forgetting someone?¡¹ John quickly scribbled in before speeding up. ¡ö was standing infront of him while he was scribbling, almost celebrating. ... After walking for what felt like hours, they decided to make camp. Day soon approaching, the [duo] decide to camp inside a cave. Stolen story; please report. Sadly, in such a process, a family of hound looking chickens were annihilated to the hand of Michael and his sword. "John! Could you set up my bag?" Michael said as he began taking his clothes off to wash, leaving John to look away while annoyingly replying, "Fine! Stip taking your clothes off here!" "We''re both men!" Michael laughed as he took his pants off and began washing his clothes in a bucket. "Plus, its the end. Why would wearing clothes change anything?" John could only groan, Michael was right afterall. While unpacking, he saw an extra sleeping bag... ¡ö was sitting in the corner as ¡ö waited for them to finally sleep, ¡ö strangely doesn''t feel tired. Then, from a shadow... ¡ö heard a voice. ''Samm... this world...'' Turning back quickly, ¡ö saw the Darkness. Its many eyes staring back, however... two stood out, two that looked strangely like his. "???¡ö?" ¡ö asked, but the Darkness began to transfer thoughts once more. ''Sam... this world... forgot...'' The darkness whispered into ¡ö''s mind, not the assaulting loudness of before but a soothing gentleness. ''We... forget... never...'' It continued as ¡ö''s gaze differed from John and Michael to the Darkness in the corner. "¡ö ¡ö ¡ö ¡ö?" ¡ö threw a punch, however... his fist phased through the wall as his fist connected with the shadow. ''Deall... youu... me...'' Grit! ¡ö''s teeth slightly began to slowly get destroyed as the Darkness began speaking, the clause seemed... perfect. ''Convenience... life is esy... that will be you...'' "¡ö???" ¡ö Began to try and step back however, he stumbled onto the, now, sleeping figure of John. He phased through like nothing. ''You... being... forgotten...'' "¡ö? ¡ö¡ö?" ''Yes... forgotten... if join me... you... not be forgotten.'' ¡ö bit ¡ö''s lip until ¡ö had a bleeding tounge,which tasted metallic and... strangely, when leaving his body, it vanished. "¡ö???" ''World... forgetting...'' The Darkness replied to ¡ö confused exclamation as a long, stick-like arm extended from the darknes. ''Deal...?'' ¡ö seeing this outstretched his own hand... but, before touching hllits hand, ¡ö slapped it away. ''Why...'' The darkness began sprouting more eyes before it tried to take form through sheer force of will. "Nrgg... what''s all this- HOLY!" ¡ö turned to the voice and saw John waking up and scrambling to get the lantern, ¡ö also began looking and, lo and behold, it was next to ¡ö. Picking it up, ¡ö turned it on towards the Darkness, forcing it to retreat with a bloodcurdling, telepathic scream. ¡ö placed the lantern down, sighing, a long, needed sigh. "¡ö?" ¡ö said as he put the lantern down. "John, what are you screaming about?" Michael asked as he slowly woke up. "How can you sleep through anything!" John asked back, his annoyance about to sky rocket out of this world. "Cant I just sleep bro? Why must I be awake too? Let us go sleep bro." "You did not just talk to me in a peom type way." Michael simply stuck out his tounge, trying to act cute before going back to sleep. John just sighed, picking up his notebook ,which he left at the side of him, he began writing. ¡¸This guy... he really is an idiot, but, that feeling of forgetting something is still so strong. Who is it... who am i forgetting?¡¹ He stopped for a second before adding a note at the bottom. ¡¸Note: Who got the lantern?¡¹ He gazed at where ¡ö[Nothing was] and back to the lantern... before shaking his head and closing his notebook and also sleeping. ¡ö was now sitting beside the two''s sleeping figure as ¡ö leaned his head against the wall. Trying to get ¡ö''s own sleep, ¡ö closed ¡ö''s ¡ö before sleeping himself. ~~~ A figure slowly entered the cave, making sure to not be loud. There, he saw three figures sleeping. Two other figures peeked their head in before entering. "...you pick up one and i pick up the other..." on whispered as he pointed to the one with the vest. "...sure, i guess thats fine. You get that sword guy..." the other pointed to the one wearing a jacket. "...hell no...!" He whispered, his decibles slightly increasing. "...shh..." the third went inbetween them. "...I know this isn''t ideal, just deal with it for now... I''ll take the guy sleeping against the wall..." Sighing, the second, ever so carefully and softly, picked up the sleeping man with a jacket, ''a single stir would end his life,'' said the great prophet of the sky. The first picked up the sleeping figure with a vest less carefully as he was not mentioned. The third followed suit with the third-[nothing]. Soon, they walked out of the cave where a fourth figure was. The first tilted his head slightly towards the cave, the fourth nodded and went in. Taking their supplies with them. Prophet. Profound. Preached. Potential. Michael woke up inside of a completely new area, a bedroom? Getting up, his hand drifted towards his sword. His equipment beside the bed, his hand gripped the handle. Just then, three people came in. ¡°Hello, please follow us.¡± Michael looked calmer at the sight of the two but raised his eyebrow at the third. ¡°Who is he?¡± ¡°He is someone else who was requested.¡± Michael got up and began following the two, the third was covered head to toe in clothes. Walking past the hallways that twist and turn, they made it to a another door, one of the two knocked. Waking up, John noticed one glaring issue. ¡°Where the fuck am I?¡± There were soft cushions under him instead of the usual sleeping bag, and another thing, he was on an actual bed. ¡°John! You''re awake!¡± Michael opened the door as two other people walked in. ¡°¡°Greetings.¡±¡± the two said at the same time as John sat up, ¡°Uh. Yeah, hey.¡± The two bowed and the one on the left spoke once more ¡°When you are done, please follow us, we will wait outside,¡± as they left, John noticed shimmers in their eyes. ¡°Hey Michael, where are we?¡± ¡°Oh, right, haha. We''re in a camp!¡± Clearly he doesn''t find any of this weird. ¡°But¡­ the world ended, like, 2 weeks ago?¡± ¡°I know! Crazy!¡± Another person came in. One with a face veil and a white cloak, similar to religious clothing. White gloves and shoes, not a single part of him was shown. ¡°¡ö!¡± ¡ö waved excitedly. ¡°Oh! This guy was also taken here!¡± Michael added and pointed at the silent waving figure. The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. ¡°Okay? Where are we though.¡± ¡°Dunno, but we should follow the two now if you''re so trusting.¡± John got up and noticed his backpack beside his bed, like any normal person, he grabbed it and checked the items. ¡°...nothings gone. Alright, let''s go.¡± Following Michael and ¡ö, John left the room. The three now following the twins reached a large and spacious room with a pillow throne at the back, like a throne. A little boy sat atop the pillows, no older than nine? His voice spoke aloud, ¡°Hello!¡± ¡°¡°Greetings oh, prophet.¡±¡± the twins spoke as if on cue, once bowing they left, leaving them with the Prophet as his gaze moved from the twins to the trio, piercing into our souls as he saw the truth, nothing could hide. His starry gaze stopped at ¡ö and he nodded his head while greeting him, ¡°Hello, Most Forgotten Star! I''m a fan!¡± His voice was cheerful. His gaze shifted towards the next person, Michael, as he greeted him, ¡°Oh! The Oldest and Brightest Star!¡± He said with a passionate voice, ¡°I hope we can be friends this time!¡± Michael quietly at the Prophets cheerful voice. Finally, his voice travelled to the final person, John, as his eyes glinted, ¡°And¡­? Who are you?¡± He asked while tilting his head. John also tilted his head, ¡°What?¡± ¡°You have no light¡­ you have no qualifications of a star, so who are you?¡± ¡°I''m John, who are you? Huh?¡± Slightly annoyed that this random person and Michael received cool names and he didn''t, he replied in a sarcastic tone. ¡°Well, I am the Prophet of the stars.¡± ¡°Then where are we?¡± ¡°You are in my camp, well, religious site. This is my constellation, human.¡± He absently moved his head back to Michael, ignoring John, ¡°So,¡± he started, his tone completely changed, ¡°Big bro, do you wanna stay here!¡± ¡®Big bro??¡¯ John''s mind was peeved as he saw this kid change his behaviour with a flick of a button. ¡°Nah, we are going to go somewhere.¡± Michael seemed to not mind in John''s eyes as he continued, ¡°I suggest you should too.¡± Michael grabbed the wrist of both ¡ö and John as he walked off, ¡°Wait! Big bro! Alright! I''m sorry! How about I come with you!¡± ¡°Nah, you''re needed here. Maybe in the future but, right now, no.¡± He looked downcast as we walked out of the camp, it was large. ¡°So, where are we going now?¡± ¡°Well, we should head to a safer place, maybe somewhere safer. Right newbie?¡± Michael released their wrists as he began walking forward. ¡°¡ö.¡± ¡ö nodded his head, as he moved closer to John as the three walked forward, towards a distant mountain. Flames rise higher as figures as large as the clouds touching the sky, mist covering their faces as flying monsters hover around the mist. CRASH!¡ª Looking up from where the crash was, there was a crack in the sky as a figure escaped the crack, beyond the crack, a timer could be seen. ¡°What the fuck?¡± ¡°...¡± Michael looked more serious than before as the timer read¡­ ¡¸COMMAND CONFIRMED¡¹ ¡¸STAGE 3 ACTIVATED Change logs Undead Cannibals have been upgraded to Zombies. Flying Monsters have been upgraded to Star Devourers. Star qualifiers have recieved ¡ºPlayer Systems¡». Deletion of unnecessary user data. THANK YOU FOR READING.¡¹ ¡°Shit¡­¡± ¡°Fuck¡­¡± ¡°¡ö¡­¡± The three stopped in their tracks as the crack shut itself. John took out his journal as he began writing once more. ¡¸The world just got worse. It seems to be truly, truly ending.¡¹ ¡¸But what is that weird console thing?¡¹