When she opened the door, it was like she was transported to another world. Like Alice in Wonderland, but instead of Wonderland.

It was a world of hell.

Buildings were on fire, cars overturned and crushed, glass displays were smashed to pieces. The street that was once filled with familiar sounds of daily life was replaced with the terrible sound of chaos. The faint sound of police sirens and ambulances echoed in the background. It was as if a war had happened. Or a hurricane, tsunami, earthquake had all happened simultaneously. The epitome of destruction. The image would haunt her dreams for months.

Charlotte felt like a survivor of a zombie apocalypse. Was this how people in The Walking Dead felt? Waking up one day and having your world turned upside down?

Everything that humanity worked to create was destroyed in minutes.

The road that was newly paved was cracked and pipes were sticking out of it. Water dribbled from broken pipes, the water washing away all the blood from the streets into the drains. The new mall that opened last month was demolished. Broken glass and mannequin parts could be seen inside the mall. The large advertisement for perfume next to the bus station was torn to shreds.

She grimaced as she stepped over the bodies that littered the streets. Groans and moans were drowned out by the sounds of blaring car alarms. Her heart screamed at her to do something. She wanted to help them, but she couldn't. There was nothing that she could do to help them. She couldn't do anything as one person. Everyone was on their own.

She watched as what she saw everyday was flipped upside down- literally. The bus that she took every afternoon to go to work was flipped upside down. Fantastic. How was she going to go to work now?

Charlotte paused, biting her lip. What would tomorrow look like? The same as yesterday, perfectly normal, like nothing happened? Or like today, chaos?

Charlotte's attention flickered to something moving in the corner of her eye. It was a flat screen TV, even though the screen was shattered, the audio and image was workable. It lagged and glitches, but it was better than the TVs next to it. The rest of them were stammered to pieces. It looked like a junkyard for electronics. Moving towards the TV, Charlotte pursed her lips as she tried to understand snips of what the female news anchor was saying.

"All over the world-"

"7/8 population-"

"Millions dead-"

"So called V-Day-"

"World leaders missing-"

"International crisis-"

Charlotte concentrated at the broken feed and waited for the news feed to loop and repeated the message. A few moments later, the news feed looped.

Charlotte felt her head spin after she processed all the information. Today wasn't D-Day…but V-Day, named after Richmond Valentine, the person who had caused all this. Charlotte felt sick to her stomach, the whole world praised Valentine for his generosity after it was announced that he was giving away free SIM cards and bringing the world into the future. Until, he used the SIM cards to have everyone kill everyone else.

"He's crazy." She cursed. How could he chose who to kill off or not? Was it natural selection? The survival of the fittest? Or was it just random? Chills went up her spine as she tried to understand why Valentine would do this.

Despite all this, Charlotte couldn't help but feel secretly relieved. So, it wasn't just her affected, the whole world was affected. She wasn't the only person who killed people. What would happen to the people that killed other people? Even few people didn't kill, almost everyone in the world killed someone or severely injured someone. Would they go to jail? But, many of the people that killed were innocent people. They were all under the influence of the SIM card. What would people do now? Would they turn to their normal lives? Or is this event going to change the whole course of humanity?

He planned to let everyone kill everyone else and save the planet in the process. Instead, the planet was in ruin.

"He did a pretty good job." Charlotte thought bitterly. "If his goal was to throw the world into chaos."

In the span of less than an hour, 7/8 of the population was dead. About eight hundred and seventy-five million people are now dead. All the world leaders and celebrities that weren't missing before, were now missing. No one knew where they gone. Everyone in the world was affected. V-Day happened internationally.

Stepping away from the TV, Charlotte rubbed at the bridge of her nose, the ear-splitting rings of the car alarms had given her a headache. She made a mental list.

Charlotte's to do list:

Go and get something to eat for dinner.

Go home and take a shower.

Figure what happened tomorrow after a nap.

Charlotte nodded, satisfied at her list. This was doable. Her stomach growled.

"Food." Charlotte mumbled under her breath as she went into the bakery she visited weekly for her loaf of bread. She was exhausted. Every muscle in her body seemed to scream in pain.

"Mark!" She gasped as she saw the young owner with his face in his hands, standing over the counter. She rushed over, even though her body screamed at her that it hurt.

"Are you alright?" Charlotte asked as she tried to pry his hands from his hands. "You look awful."

His hazel eyes bore into her brown eyes between his fingers as he gave her a death glare.

"No kidding." He raised his eyebrows. "Look." He pointed at the bakery.

The bakery looked terrible, broken glass and bread everywhere. Flour was spilling out on one of the shelves behind Mark.

"Everything I worked for, ruined." He moaned as he ran his hand through his black hair, leaving a trail of flour.

"Um…You have a bit…" Charlotte pointed at his hair.

He gave her another death glare and Charlotte gave him a smile in return, used to his glares.

"I don't care." He snapped back as he ran both his hands through his hands. He looked like he was 70 with his hair dusted with flour.

"It isn't that bad." She tried to reassure him.

"Glass in almost all the bread. All the displays broken. One of the ovens are broken. I can't sell any of this. Plus, Jackson tried to kill Jr with a rolling pin, earlier." He groaned. "Thankfully, no one was killed, but JB will be in the hospital for a while. Broke his arm."

"Can I buy a loaf of bread that doesn't have glass it in? I meant I'm sure there's a lot of nutrient in glass, but I would just want some fluffy bread." Charlotte joked.

Mark rolled his eyes, "Pick whatever you want. I can't sell it anyways."

Charlotte beamed, "Thank you!" She gave him a thumbs up before grabbing a plastic bag and taking the bread. Her arm ached in pain after she grabbed three loafs of packaged bread. To home. A slice of bread dangled from her mouth as she walked home. Thankfully, the roads had been cleared so Charlotte didn't need to take any detours.

She took the stairs to her apartment. Luckily, she lived on the 6th floor and most of the people that lived on her floor had been out when V-Day happened so everything in her apartment was still intact. It was one part of her life that was still the same.

Putting her keys on the bowl next to door, Charlotte threw the loaves of bread onto the kitchen counter and stripped off her clothes. Her ripped t-shirt and jeans were thrown into the trash bin. She couldn't wear it anymore. She gave herself a tiny fist pump after the clothes had gotten into the bin in one go.

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