Lol, drinking a dank smoothie while Jenna Marbles is talking on the IPad next to me. It's a very magical smoothie, and I'm trying my best to not get distracted.

Mitch: Smoothie?

Me: Yes.

Mitch: ….. Fruit?

Me: Yes?

Mitch: ….

Me: W-What's wrong with Mitch, Jerome?

Jerome: I dunno.

Mitch

Jerome and I race out of the building towards the three-story house which belonged to us and the rest of TC. Jerome fumbles for the keys. "Wha- oh god, I can't see." He mutters. I knock quickly. "Hold on." A muffled voice from the inside says. "Nuh uh, Adam, open it now. You have to see this." I say. The door swings open, and SkythekidRS is standing on the doormat in a T-Shirt and jeans.

"Oh, wow. It's dark out already?" He asks, looking at the sky. Then he glances at our panicked looks. "No, no! It's only 3:00 in the afternoon, Adam!" Jerome pants. Sky was deliberately confused. "Lunar or solar eclipse? Equinox?" He suggests. "It's July." I breathe.

A moment later, all of my friends were outside, staring at the sky. "What happened?" Ian says.

"What the hell did you guys do?" Ty mutters, plopping down on the grass.

I shrug. "Jerome and I were in a game and suddenly we got cut out." I explain. Quentin sighs. "It's just like nighttime. There's still lots of light." He says. Quentin jinxed it. A mid-second later, all lights go out. All the lamp lights and kitchen lamps shut off. I shriek and fall on my knees.

"What?!"

"Guys, we have no electricity!" Jason exclaims, picking up a fried cord that appeared out of nowhere. Luckily, the house didn't collapse. "We should gather materials now." Ty says quickly. We all nod and rush into the house. I grab two backpacks and maybe five large water bottles. I grab the water in fridge that no longer worked, and poured all of it into the bottles. "We need water filters, guys, filters." Sky yells across the room.

I bust open a cabinet and push all the water filters, life straws, we've ever bought. "Fish! I told you these would come in handy!" I heartily laugh. A replied sigh came from Quentin. I smile, but inside, I could feel panic rising.

*Months later*

I walk down the dirty, empty street, my gun in hand and a baseball bat. I left my backpack back at camp, so I wouldn't be such a target for looters.

My 'gang,' Ty, Adam, Jerome, Jason, Ian, and Quentin, were all scattered across the globe. Ty was in Tokyo, Adam in Spain, Jerome and I was in the streets of New York, Quentin in Honolulu, Jason in Antarctica, and Ian was in Peru. I was incredibly happy when Jerome volunteered to be my partner. I'm not sure how I could survive out here on my own.

I had 6 walkie-talkies clipped to my belt, the green for Ty, the yellow for Adam, the black for Ian, the brown for Jerome, the dark blue for Quentin, and the light blue for Jason. Cell phones didn't exist anymore, considering all the power lines were cut.

I heard loud footsteps behind me and aimed my gun immediately. It was a large man with a club. I clench my teeth and pull the trigger. CRACK! Straight in the heart. Blood spurted from his body like juice. I shuddered. I could collapse. I could. Before this chaos began, I couldn't even THINK aboutdeath, let alone killing people. But now, I estimated that over the last three months, I've killed 22. I cringed at the thought, my heart burning and throbbing that it weighed down my body.

I couldn't help it. If we didn't protect ourselves, we would end up on the floor, lifeless. You never know when looters can strike. I'd say my team only raided once, and that was because the place was abandoned. We took what was left there, like the packages of bullets and gunpowder.

I walked further down the street in my blood-stained sneakers, hearing the faint sounds of screaming far away. Or was I hallucinating? You could never tell anymore.

I glanced up at the broken brick buildings alongside the sidewalk and checked my compass. I was heading back to the camp. Tonight was the night everyone was returning from their designated area and back to New York, where it all started. I always felt reassured when the whole team was together, it felt much safer.

Suddenly, I notice an alleyway in the crack between two completely shattered towers. "Maybe I can take a quick rest there and call Jerome." I mutter silently to myself. I carefully scoot through the small opening. It wasn't as difficult, considering my skinny figure that seems to have developed even more because I haven't eaten in a while.

I sigh in relief. It was literally impossible for anyone to spot this alleyway unless they have good vision, which people lack these days. I turn around and suddenly feel a shotgun stuffed in my mouth. "Who are you?!" A voice shouts. I blink for the darkness to settle. To my surprise, I was greeted with a flaming blue eye. It was all I could make out in the pitch blackness. "I-I-I come in peace!" I manage to say. The gun remained. "Where do you come from?" The voice asks again, but less sharply. I could feel my heart pounding. "Montreal. Uh. Canada." I tremble. How could I protect myself when I can't even see the person?! I felt very vulnerable.

The fun was removed. "If you make any wrong move, you're dead." The voice hisses. I suddenly feel myself being pushed out of the way. I follow the eye out of the darkness.

The darkness submerged into minimal nighttime. I blink and realize the flaming blue eye had shut off. In front of me was a girl with sheer black hair in hacker clothing (and by that, I mean like an electronic type of stuff). A huge blaster that seemed a lot taller and heavier than the girl herself was strapped onto her back.

The girl glares at me. "What?" She mutters. I walk backwards. "Nothing, nothing." I reply nervously. Hey, the blaster was intimidating me! Especially when a group of bandits noticed us and the girl turned them into ashes with it.

"So, we're walking back to your base, thing?" The girl muttered. I nod. "Do you have any friends? Or team?" I ask. The girl was silent for a moment. "No. I go solo." (KIRITO) She says. It returned to being quiet.

"Well… I guess since I'm apparently going to be following you around now, what do you go by?" The girl says hesitantly.

"Mitch. Nice to meet you."

"Shut up."

"Okay, fine, but you have to address yourself at least."

"Fine. X."

"Your name is X?"

Sorry for the abrupt transitions. I'm pushing myself to write because I have the flu. I caught it from THE INTERNET. A lot of people are getting sick, like my favorite YouTubers and such. GODAMMIT. Bye!