Hey, this is the sequel to "Blood & Annihilation." I know; the chapter is short. But I hope to make the future chapters LONGER. Anyways, I really hope you like this, and I hope you review too. :) ~XxSylentSoulx Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High Scholol Host Club. (OHSHC) Oh, and I hope you know who's playing this lonesome part. ;)
Chapter One
The Wrecked Air
The wind caressed his face softly, the sound of gravel beneath him moved with every step he took, the water moved with the wind, crashing onto the shoreline. He continued to step over shards of glass, bodies, and the disgusting world. Lifeless bodies were everywhere he went. It was like an endless journey full of rotting flesh and blood. It was disgusting.
His legs took him down a deserted path full of dirt, dead grass, bodies, and smoke. It was everywhere. The buildings around him were, too, deserted and down to nothing. While he stayed in the isolated city, it felt horrible. He just wanted to die. But he knew he couldn't for the sake of revenge. Many buildings collapsed and left piles of dust. For the whole year, the sky stayed grey, full of clouds. Not once did the sky ever clear up.
Humans were beginning to go extinct. Whenever he found a person, the person was either dying or was too selfish and wanted to go by themselves. That got them killed. But the one who fought everything in his path, lived. He was indestructible now that he knew what to do. He watched his friends die in front of his eyes. It was a horrible mess. He also heard his best friend's screams of agony, until it stopped and all he heard was blood painting the walls. It was something he wouldn't forget.
In his hand, he held eight collars. After killing those monsters that looked like exact replicas of the dinosaurs, he ripped off the collars around their necks. They were horrible creatures. Almost immediately, he ran off with the eight leather-like collars.
And now, he walked down the road to nowhere. It's been two weeks since then, and he still didn't know where he was going. He had nowhere to go, considering he couldn't stay in one spot for the rest of his life, or he would die. It was like living on Hell – a place where you had to keep moving because all the monsters that chased you.
He sighed and stopped walking. His hands and arms had dirt everywhere on them. His clothes were ripped to pieces, but it managed to stay on. His shoes were falling apart. And his hair was a mess; dirty, uncombed hair was his style. A large backpack was swung over his shoulders not too long ago. In it, he had all the supplies he needed. But it was only going to last for a week, and he knew that.
"All around the world," he whispered. His footsteps on the concrete didn't make noise, as he practiced to walk silently in his rugged shoes. Everything was falling apart – everything around. At least he was still sane, and not in his own little world.
Suddenly, his ears rung with noise – like an engine starting. He tilted his head up. The sky was a stormy grey, but no rain. He was about to continue walking until he saw a plane come into view. It flew across the sky and into the south. It flew and flew until it went out of sight into the horizon.
This is when he knew: He had to go now.
To Be Continued…