'A lost soul in the middle of crisis. A lost soul with nothing more to lose. A lost soul never existed in the world. A lost soul... who can change everything'


Place: Gamindustri Graveyard's Entrance

Time: 11:30

*CRACK!*

Sounds of thunder woke him up from the darkness. He opened his eyes, to see a purple sky, filled with dark clouds and lightning. Strokes appeared here and there, hitting the ground and turning what they touched to ashes. Creatures with wings flew over him, looking for whatever before descending down and finding further in the mess around.

He raised his left arm up and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, before panicking and pulling the arm out to see its condition: only pure white of the bone there, no blood, no muscle, no nothing. He was planning to shout in afraid, before the memories of the past reappeared in his mind. With that, he managed to calm down, as he sat up and looked at his left arm again. Despite only bone was there, it was moving like normal human's arm, each of the bone working exactly like how it should be. Even the joints wouldn't turn anywhere further than a human arm would be allowed to. Even without the nerve system, he can still feel the cold breeze washing through the arm.

He then turned to his right arm, to see that it's normal, if not counting the numerous scars and stitches on it. Every single one of them was tainted in dried blood, and some of them even leaked out fresh blood as well. If the memories haven't resurfaced, he would have been scared out of his mind. Though, the fingers would twitch now and then, signaling that he's still feeling uneasy of those memories.

He then looked down to observe his outfit. His white shirt had spots of tainted red all over the place, along with several cuts at the end of the hem. His black trousers had darker spots as well, telling him that it's blood. His shoes, luckily, didn't seem to be affected by it, but the color has been turned to grey in some spots.

He noticed something inside of his chest pocket of his shirt, as he reached for it and pulled it out. It's a piece of chocolate, being wrapped by a small sachet. Suddenly his stomach growled like it's telling him to eat it. Complying to its desire, he opened it and put the piece inside of his mouth, chewed and savored the sweetness before swallowing it down. It wouldn't satisfy his hunger much, but at least it's something. Something... that could keep him alive.

After that little snack, he put the sachet back to the pocket, then stood up and wandered his eyes to the surrounding area. Broken pieces of machines, weapons, armours, destroyed vehicles... none of them was usable, and some of them still emitted the last spark of life before turning off for eternity. The place looked like a cyclone of destruction just passed through this place. He then winced at the smell as he breathed in: burnt oil, rusty metal, burning ion in the air... and the smell of the flesh blood. And there's a trail of it.

He took a first step with his first leg... and nearly fell face-first to the ground. Remembering what happened to him, he stood straight up and continued the walk more carefully. Following the trail, he saw less machine and more blood. And then, here came the first human, or a corpse if that busted head could tell him much. The body was not in the better conditions, with wounds of claws over it. Not letting that sway his mind, he walked and found more corpses, with bites wounds and cuts signalling the last moment before life left their bodies. Monsters of all kinds were around as well, being wolves, bears, tigers, and some that looked like they have gone through some kind of disgusting evolution and mutation.

Sound of bloodied cough caught his attention, and he immediately rushed to a burnt tree, where a person in a purple military uniform was lying there. The below half of his body was gone, blood and guts spilt out of the large hole. He couldn't see the person's face due to the helmet, but he knew the person was in immense pain, and he got only a few more minutes before his soul abandoned his body. He slowly approached the person, but he stopped when he saw the pistol in that person's right hand pointed at him. None took another move, as they entered into an eye-staring contest...

"DOGOO!" That snapped their head to the direction of the voice, to see a pink blob, with dog ears and mouth, being chased by a vicious looking wolf. Seeing the blob's going to be the predator's meal, the injured man, ignoring all of his current conditions, rushed to the chase. When the wolf opened its mouth and tried to bite the blob, he used his bone arm to punch its chin, smashing its jaw and shutting the mouth in a painful way. As the wolf backed up slowly and snarled at its opponent, the man pulled out a pair of sew scissors from his trousers' pocket and took a defending stance, with the pointy facing the wolf. The predator roared and lunged itself at him, who responded by dodging the deadly swings while slashing on the wolf's body with his rusty weapon. After about a minute of running around, the wolf has tired itself without being able to strike the cripple man, but all of his attacks were nothing but bug bites to the wolf as well. Then, a bullet flew through the air and hit the wolf right at its right eye, causing it to roar in pain. One tick of distraction was all the man needed as he ran up to the wolf, stabbed the remain eye, then stabbed as hard as possible through its skull, cutting its brain, and ended the life of the predator.

Pulling the scissors out and wiping the blood on the fur of the corpse, the man looked around to try and find the blob, to see it hiding behind another tree next to the pathway. When it found out the fight ended, it jumped happily in place before slamming itself into the man's stomach, making him fall on his back. Clearly surprised, but not unwelcoming, he patted the head of the creature to calm it down, before bringing him to the near dead person.

When he reached the soldier, the pistol has been placed aside, and the helmet has been taken out to reveal the person's face. The soldier then started speaking: "With a pair of small scissors, you actually managed to kill it. Impressive." The cripple man didn't say a word, as he knelt down and observed the wound. The soldier then asked him: "Can you fix me up?" A head shake was his answer. "Figure. *Cough violently, more blood spilt out of his mouth* Can you do me a favor?" The man turned his face away a bit, then turned back and nodded. The soldier then pushed the helmet to him. "It contained the important data that could turn the tile of this slaughter. Please, head to the city and give this to my general. And also..." After the man has received the helmet, the soldier pulled out a torn picture from his chest pocket and a small red box. "Find the girl and give her this box and the picture. You don't need to understand..." The man, after seeing the picture, used his hands and made a heart. The soldier then laughed. "So you did understand... tell me, what's your name?" The man pulled out a paper and showed it to the man. "...Kuro, huh? My name is John. Sorry for pointing the gun to you earlier. You did scare me with that face of yours." The man nodded understandably. The pupil of the soldier's eyes started to lose focus. "My time is up... Return safe, young man... And I hope whatever did that to your face and your arm will die in a world of pain." And with that, the life of the soldier vanished before his eyes.

... A silence moment later, the cripple man used his hand to close the dead soldiet's eyes, then yanked the chain around the soldier's neck. It contained tags of this one's identity. 'Jonathan. First Lieutenant.' The man read it in his mind, ignoring the number. The blob sniffed on the man's right hand, as he patted it to lessen its sadness. Then, he wrapped the pistol and checked the magazine. '12 left.' He then stood up and put the helmet on his head to free his hands. Though, he accidentally opened the system in the helmet. A bit of surprise, he tapped on a random button on the helmet, and it opened a channel...

"Alpha One-Nine, this is HQ. What happened to your squad?" A girl's voice was heard from the other side. The man was a bit surprised, but he calmed down immediately and turned his face with the helmet to the corpse of the dead soldier. The girl gasped in surprise, but then ordered: "Identify yourself."

He was planning to not say anything. However... "Kuro... helmet... contained data... end the slaughter..."

He spoke, for the first time, as his voice hollowed through the air, scaring both the blob and the woman. Though, the later collected herself before asking: "Where were you?" The man took a look around, before walking to the pathway and turning to one end of the road. "You are facing the direction. I will ask to send..."

"Don't." The man interrupted. "Dangerous... will be fine alone..."

"... Are you sure?" The girl asked back in worry. From her perspective, the camera moved up and down, signalling a nod. "Be careful. The monsters have become too vicious. If you can outrun them, then it's good. If not, try to hide and please, call for help if things turned dire."

Another nod, and he turned off the helmet. With that, the glass reflected his face. His hair was short and black, with blood drops here and there. The face, which scared the dead soldier before, had a half left of complete white skull and no eyeball. For the right, the skin was pale and grey, with his black eye losing pupil and multiple stitches and scratches on the face.

The blob nudged into his leg for attention. For the first time, he smiled and picked the blob up, and walked to the place where he could finish what he has promised to the dead soldier...