He was perhaps the most normal person in the history of normality. He was a normal high school student with normal grades in his classes. He had a somewhat dark shade of brown as his hair color, and a face that only friends and family would remember. He had a normal amount of friends, not to few, nor too many. He had known one of his friends since his second birthday because the photographs taken that day. This friendship may have been the only abnormal thing about him, yet this wasn't even too unexpected. He was average in his height, and average in his weight, average in his build. His future was to be an office worker, or some other normal, mundane job. He had normal high school hobbies such as Video Games There was nothing noteworthy or substantial about such an average person. He was reading dialogue in a game he had just bought, "Apocalypse of Venus". he had played it at his friend's house when he was younger. One day he remembered it and looked up a few videos on it. He remembered really enjoying it as a kid. When he looked it up, he found it was really bad. It was comically bad, and thus he had to buy it. He knew he would enjoy it because he loved a good, fun, overdramatic cheese fest. They always made him laugh.

June 12, 2293:

Today should have been a typical day. The world was in ruin, fire everywhere, thugs roaming the land. It was very much a typical day, until he showed up. I had met another survivor on this ruined world, but he wasn't crazy and murderous. The survivor was a 7 year old boy. From what little he said, somehow he had hidden under his parents, who had fallen protecting him. That wasn't the unusual part. This child fled on foot six miles when he was found. Six miles through barren, monster infested lands! His feet were blistered and cut pretty badly. He also had mild hypothermia, yet he was otherwise completely unharmed and untouched. The child was too afraid to speak much at that time. I would guess he was likely traumatized. This makes him even more of an enigma as no one in our small group knows who he is or even what his name is. Time will tell, I suppose. I only hope that-

He stopped scrolling through the diary, hearing his mom call him for dinner. He groaned and got up. He could smell it from in his room, the delicious cheesy smell. It was mac and cheese, with extra cheese and hot dogs. He'd be more upset, but he was actually quite hungry. This meal was a food he and his family enjoyed, his parents enjoying mostly because it was quick and inexpensive. They usually ate it together, but he had a game to play, so he didn't really want to. His bed was a mess, his room untidy. Socks and other clothes were lying around everywhere. There wasn't a lot of food, mostly found in the unclean dishes scattered around the area and the scattered crumbs that made up ten percent of the carpet by that point. He had learned his lesson about not leaving food lying around the hard way, though he still failed to remove the dishes in spite of this. Exiting the room, he marched down the cream and white halls. Two doors down, on the right from his room, just past the patch in the wall where he punched a hole in the wall. This was his own personal throne room, a place of near total privacy and relaxation. This was where he knew he could go and think, and no one would bother him. It was the most important room in the house, aside from his bedroom and the kitchen. He knew the first hall was also important, as it was how you entered the house. It was his personal holy land, the upstairs bathroom.

Utilizing the amazing power of plumbing, he did his business and washed his hands with the lavender scented. This was all normal to him. This was expected from his family. He quickly walked downstairs and to the kitchen. He jumped down the last two steps, nearly falling down as he slid a short distance on a rug at the bottom. He was jogging down the brown halls and wooden floor, eager to reign in his hunger and get back to what he was doing. Through the dining room he went. The brown rectangle held enough space for six people, eight if you really pushed it. A single light was shining down from above, as if the table were an angel descending from heaven. The table was covered in a small white table cloth, frilled on the edges. A potted plant sat in the corner, a fern of some kind. Exiting to the left, he skipped towards the humanoid form he called his mother. He reached the kitchen where his mom was standing.

"Hey, time for food? I got a game running, so..." He stated. He twirled his hands in an impatient manner.

"Well, it can wait until you finish eating." His mom stated.

"Hurmph." He groaned. He made an exaggerated grumpy looking face and crossed his arms, mocking being angry. His mom wasn't allowing him to bring dishes into his room as he almost never brought them back.

"Lost to the Void" as he himself has previously He sat down at the dinning room table.

"Fooooood." He groaned while waiting for the food. His mom brought him a large His mom gave him a bowl filled with the delicious cheesy pasta. It was steaming, though he clearly didn't care. It was going to be a normal dinner, he would burn his mouth and complain, and his mom would tell him to not eat so fast, causing him to eat faster out of spite. It was going to be normal. The sight of food made his stomach grumble. He then noticed something funny about them however, causing him to le out a short laugh.

"Did you have to buy the ones shaped like dinosaurs?" He asked. He rolled his eyes several times. He was being extremely comical, so he thought. His mom gently smiled.

"Yes." His mom replied. They both laughed, him several times louder.

"Dad will be home soon, right?" He asked. He shoveled and vacuuming several heaping loads of Mac and Cheese into his mouth. His dad was working late again, or maybe he was stuck in traffic. Maybe there was an accident forcing him to take a detour, or he was in an accident. It wasn't abnormal for him to be a few minutes late.

"He should be home any second." His mom replied. Swallowing quickly, he saw an opportunity.

"...It's been a second." He joked. He quietly laughed at his own bad joke before taking a long drink.

The food had gotten lodged in his throat. As if his esophagus was rubber, the food he consumed this way never truly remained stuck. He felt the mass of half-swallowed foods push downward and drop into his stomach.

"Ow." He complained. Through some miracle, he never was severely harmed by the consequences of his bad eating habits.

"You need to eat slower." His mom stated. Her voice was a mix of worry and exasperation.

"I know. But it's more fun this way." He responded. A big, stupid grin grew on his face.

"Fun nearly dying?" His mom asked. She was a bit more stern than before, but he failed to notice.

"Yes!" He shouted in an extraordinary over the top way. He was enthusiastic, almost no one would deny that. This was his family life, as normal as any human family could be. Any further conversation was interrupted by the doorknob rattling. The door, unlocked, creaked open, letting in the darkness of the outdoors. The two family members turned their head to the door in the hall, visible from the dining room through the open doorway. His dad was finally home.

"Hey!" He shouted, waving enthusiastically.

"I'm home. " His dad stated.

"Is that extra cheesy mac and cheese and hot dogs I smell?" His dad jokingly asked. It was what the two parents had planned on making previously, as they had a long day and didn't want to make anything more.

"No, it isn't. It's Dinosaur mac and cheese actually. Made with real dinosaur I hope" He joked.

"Sure. I had to hunt this myself." His mom responded, smiling. She often played along with her son's comically inept comedic antics. His dad laughed a little, and he did too.

"Well, let's eat." He said. Mom had put down a bowl for dad. They continued eating, him finishing up much quicker than the others. This was hen the first abnormal thing that happened. The doorbell rung, which was different. They were not expecting guests, especially since the sun was barely visible over the other houses. Their neighbors knew they tend eat as a family on Friday at this time, but they would be eating as well most likely. What was going on?

"I'll get it." His dad said, a little confused. He hadn't barely even sat down, and someone was ringing the doorbell.

"Probably a neighbor telling us they found a dead deer in our yard. Again." He said, letting out a slight sigh. His father nodded and "hmmed" in agreement. There were several possibilities. He thought that it could be the neighbor's toddler who found "something weird" and was bugging us with it. It could be a prankster as well, but that was unlikely.

"It could be a mass murderer. Watch out! Aahh." He stated. His voice was barely more than monotone as he said that. He chuckled slightly. His father walked to the door, opening it. The moment opened the door, there was a loud explosion, followed by his dad falling to the ground. His ears were ringing. There was small blots of red coating the wall and a red patch on his dad's shirt. The father had been shot. His mother shout out of her chair as two people walked in. He was still sitting, completely stunned.

One held a gun, the other had a 9 iron, or a six iron? It wasn't a driver. Perhaps thinking about that was wasn't the most useful, but it was preventing his mind from completely breaking in stress. His mother dove in front of her child, trying to spare her son's life, but it was useless. Another loud explosion rang, and he covered his ears and eyes once again. He stood up and tried to flee, stumbling over his two legs. He was too nervous, his body wasn't responding the way he wanted. He only got around three feet before the gunner grabbed him and the other smacked him with the golf club across the forehead. He was only out for a few seconds, but he suddenly felt even dizzier than before. Looking towards one of the masked assailants, a needle was visible.

"Nooooohhhhhhh..." He groaned. It sounded like a toy with dying batteries. His voice deepened and slowed as the anesthetic kicked in. He was out for an unknown amount of time, not knowing where he was or that he was even knocked out. He had a dream about him feeding a bunny a screaming carrot. He didn't feel bad for it, as it was only a carrot. The carrot's screaming was loud. Each second passed the screaming grew louder. Looking at the bunny and ignoring the carrot somewhat calmed him. He felt a deep pit of sadness well up once the carrot's screaming faded, echoing into the strange room he was in. A bunny daycare where bunnies go to learn things, like a dog's obedience school. It was something logical in the dream. When he woke up, he was in some room he did not recognize.