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Under the light of a fractured moon, a figure is seen running through a forest. The figure is a male, about 17 years old. He is wearing a shirt that looks a few days old, and some slightly torn jeans. He also has a pair of cracked glasses. When looking back, he notices the thing chasing him is gaining. He silently curses, wishing that he had taken track in high school. He quickly runs out of stamina, and tries to catch his breath leaning on a nearby tree. The beast, however, does not let up. It reaches the boy, and he rolls off to the side, right by a fallen log. He backs against the log, a look of fear plastered on his face. It takes advantage of the situation, and leaps at the defenseless teen!
[Record scratch]
[Freeze frame]
"Yup, that's me. Good ol' Craig Wilson. You're probably wondering just how I got myself into this situation. In all honesty, I still am as well. I mean, it's pretty hard to believe. I guess I'll have to start back from the beginning."
It was just an ordinary December day back home. Crows flying, snow falling, and I was home alone, rewatching the Joker DLC reveal for, like, the billionth time. Anyway, it was just business as usual. But then, out the window, I spotted something. Well, I say that I spotted it, when it was a HUGE FUCKING MUSHROOM CLOUD.
'Oh, SHIT'
The first thing I could think to do was grab my backpack, and jump in the freezer that we had in the garage. I guess somehow that worked, cause if it didn't then I wouldn't be telling this story now would I? So I open the freezer, leap in, and then I felt the thing shake all over a second later. I didn't know what else I could do, so I just tried to stay put. Suddenly it got jostled so much that I hit my head and blacked out.
When I came to, everything was hurting. I groggily tried to get my bearings, and push on the top of the freezer. I felt some resistance, and something green fell through. 'The hell? Jeez, how long was I out?' I applied a bit more force, and the lid opened. The first thing I noticed was the moss. "How long was I out?" I questioned myself. I began to look around, noting that the garage door had been completely destroyed, exposing the moon in all it's fractured glo- 'wait, fractured?' I looked outside to find that the moon had been shattered, and did the only thing I could think to do. Scream like a little bitch.
I kept doing that for a few hours until I finally got tired. It was weird, because I thought I heard something overhead, but I guess it was just in my head. I decided to try to get some sleep, but it was kinda hard to do so, what with the reminder that everything I knew was dead. When I woke up, I thought to myself, 'Maybe since I was out for so long, people have rebuilt society. It's either that, or I'm the last human on Earth.' I immediately tried to stop thinking about that, and steeled myself. I went into the ruins of my home, looking for something to defend myself, or- I dunno, signal an airplane? I found a knife, which was surprisingly clean, and went upstairs (which was also surprisingly intact) to get the baseball bat that my parents had in case somebody broke in. It was old and rusted, but it would do, nonetheless. After that, I headed out into the world, hoping I was ready for whatever happened next. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Some monster just shows up outta nowhere?
[Meanwhile, somewhere in Vale]
One of the scouts I sent to fly over the lost continent came back with very… strange results. He claimed to hear somebody screaming, and I quote, "Like a little bitch." He also saw what looked to be the ruins of a house near where he heard it. I then had the thought, 'What if it's someone else?' I was there on the day of the blast as well. It was then that my aura manifested itself, and I was somehow able to survive it. Somehow, instead of dying, I was blasted years into the future. 'Maybe,' I said to myself, 'just maybe, somebody else made it.' So, I decided to call up an old friend. After a few rings, he picked up.
"Oz…?" he said in a drunken voice.
"Pack your stuff, Qrow, I have a mission…"
[Elsewhere]
"I feel a slight… disturbance."
"What happened?"
"I am unsure. However, I can sense that it may disrupt our plans somewhat. Send some beowolves to the Lost Continent."
AN: This is just a little idea I had, since I rarely see any "Remnant = post-apocalyptic Earth" stories, and so I wanted to throw my hat into the ring. I hope you all enjoy, and if you want more, please review. This is my first story, so please give constructive criticism.