Nothing is left. The world has been burned, ravaged, and irradiated by
the war. It seems as though nothing can survive in such an inhospitable
wasteland. However, a human boy has managed to survive. Emile. He is
the age of 18, has blue eyes and blonde hair, and stands at 5 ft 8.
He is wearing a tattered leather vest, blue jeans, grey tennis shoes,
and black war paint. He's currently hiding in a fallout shelter that
he managed to hide in before the missile hit. He's very lucky. 2 weeks
have passed since the missile hit. The city should no longer be so
affected by radiation that he cannot live by now. "Okay, I've got
everything I need in this backpack." said Emile. He had a pack that
was filled with essential items that he needed for survival in this
nightmarish world, possibly crawling with mutated monsters. He slung on
his backpack, and said: "Okay, let's go." He opened up the vault-like
door to the fallout shelter he was in, and he was greeted by a city
that's destroyed, but not completely reduced to rubble. The skyscrapers
of the city have towering collumns of smoke coming out of them that
extend as far as the eye can see. There are numerous crevices around,
crashed war jets, and banged up tanks littered around the area. Emile,
however, was unafraid. He knew that their probably wasn't anything left
to hurt him, anymore. And if there was, he has a dagger, an axe, and
a sniper rifle. And there are many guns left on the ground that he can
use that are still be clutched tightly by fallen soldiers.
Emile explored the city. It was empty and quiet. Nobody was
around. He is currently assuming that they have perished from the bomb's
blast, or were slain by assaulting missles and shells fired from war jets
and tanks. Emile wondered, were his family members and his friends still
alive? He didn't know, but he assumed they weren't. The city he was
wandering in wasn't the town he lived in. But he was with his family
and his best friend, Katt, for a trip. He decided he would head back
to his family member's house that lived in that particular city. His
grandmother's. He dashed towards that neighborhood with all his power,
but it was at least 10 miles from where he was. He managed to run one, but
he grew tired from running so fast. He stopped and opened one of his
five canisters of clean water and drank from it. He drank half, and
put it in his survival backpack. "Thank goodness I have clean water." he said.
He knew it would be a while before the other sources of water would be safe
to drink.
Emile, after strolling for 10 minutes, came across a motorcycle. It
was unaffected by the explosion, it seemed. Emile checked the gasoline on it.
It wasn't much, but it was surely enough to get him to his grandmother's house.
Emile rode it to the neighborhood where his grandmother lived, and it ran out
of gas when he was a block away from her house. The neighborhood, however, unlike
the city, was mostly intact. Except for a few crooked traffic signs and a couple
of fallen trees. He went inside his grandmother's house. "Mom?" he shouted. "Dad?"
he shouted again. There was no response. "Grandma?! Fillip?! KATT?!" he yelled out
in sadness. There was no response. He looked all around, but there was no sign of
his parents, his dog, or his best friend. "No... are they... gone?" he wondered.
He knew he couldn't be sad forever. He decided to keep moving forward.
He left his grandmother's house. He stepped over the shattered glass of
his grandmother's house's broken windows, and pondered on what he would do. He
decided. He would head into the forest outside of the neighborhood and seek
refuge. He was moving across the streets of his grandmother's neighborhood, until
he came across an area that had a parked car. There also happened to be an iron
fence that was to prevent others from falling into a sewage or storm drainage
system of some sort, like this: . He wondered to himself,
will the car next to him work? He tried to open the car, but when he pulled the handle,
it's alarm went off. It startled him, only to realize it was nothing. Emile, however,
heard otherworldly screams and roars from somewhere. He wondered, what was it? He looked
at the storm drain, and he saw a large group of people sprinting towards him. At first
glance, he was elated, as he though he was no longer the last human. But upon closer
glance, these were no humans he had seen. They had grey skin, irises in the colors of
red, orange, and yellow, and their faces reeked with hatred. They could not talk, only
let out malevolent screaming and roaring. "Zombies?!" Emile let out. Indeed. They were
in fact, zombies. They definitely weren't human anymore. Could this be the first mutation
of the fallout that irradiated the land? The zombies climbed on top of a truck that was
inside the storm drain, and they were trying to attack Emile. Emile panicked, and grabbed
a shotgun from a dead soldier that was slumped against the car that was sounding the alarm.
It was loaded, fortunately for him. He blasted a zombie in the head with it, causing its head
to explode, killing it instantly. But there were at least a hundred more coming after him. He
shot a few more until he realized he would be better off just running.
Emile ran for all his life, with the zombie horde in hot pursuit. Emile climbed on top
ran into the forest that he was headed towards, but the zombies were still following him.
He sprinted and weaved throughout the forest, until he was sure he lost them. Emile looked up in
the sky, and it was nearing nightfall. He needed to make a fire soon. He was looking for firewood,
until he heard a rustling in the bushes. He looked at the source of the sound from the bushes, and
out of the bushes came a man. He looked roughly 40, and he was dressed as a sorcer. He had a
suspicious glare to him, and he had a black beard. Emile was stunned. He found a human that wasn't
mutated! "I am Tirek!" said the man. "I am a wizard who will one day rule this land!" Emile was
baffled. A wizard? There's no such thing as magic! "Sure thing, 'wizard'. But look! You're human,
I'm human! Let's team up and survive this apocalypse together!" Tirek grinned devilishly. "Oh, I
don't plan on teaming up. I plan on something... different." Emile then felt uncomfortable. But
before he could make a run for it, Tirek surrounded him with a purple barrier made of dark magic.
"What is this?!" said Emile. He couldn't believe it. Is magic real? "Now, foolish child, you will
be my first victim in my quest for world domination!" "World domination?!" said Emile. "But there's
no world left to conquer! Everyone's gone except for me and you!" Tirek just smugged. He used his staff
to set up a portal beneath Emile's feet. Emile fell into the dark portal that led to who-knows-where.
Emile screamed out in terror: "NOOOOOOO!" as he descended into the darkness. Tirek then sealed the
portal, laughing maniacally. "First him, then the rest of the world!" He said.
(To be continued...)
