Hello all, Kyler here. I'm to write up my days of survival for the next few months of the nine and a half years I was stuck in hell. This will go from my POV and I will be sure to describe EVERY detail….heheh….no that wasn't weird at all, on we go.

Day 1

I blinked slowly. Looking up at the yellow sky and surrounding trees, yet unable to move. My body…all my muscles were weak and in massive pain. The pain was in waves, giving me a stinging affect ask I tried to think of what just happened. The most of my issues were in my left arm as the most of the electric like nerves reacting to the amount of trauma from that thing. I could not even feel this arm, and when I tried to move it, all it did was flop around like a dead fish. I turned my body to do a push up in order to get up but was blasted into surprise as I threw myself face first into a small creek. With the water in my face I almost choked and immediately pushed up and looked into the water after coughing hard and nearly choking. I saw my reflection. It could not be…I'm…back?… No…How? Why! I used my right fist to smash the reflection as though it was wrong and should not be there. When the water settled, I saw myself. Almost seventeen in age, and was completely human. I somehow had my glasses on, and my face was almost unrecognizable. I had grown as a human in the other realm too? It was too good to be true. I looked at my hands, which were almost numb from the cold running water and saw those rings. The ones that saved my life all that time ago. The ones that are now going to kill me in the end. The left on was fizzing with red like it was, but then as if it was cause I saw the ring itself emitting this red haze, stopped. The red was gone, and the pain in my arm and body was gone.

I stood up slowly, remembering the human two-legged movement style and looked around. I saw to my surprise that The Eagle was across from me along with the satchel that had the clips in it. I cringed in anger that I was back. Here. On Earth. The hellish place where survival was a requirement to even know what your doing. He walked to the large modified Desert Eagle and picked it up with ease and grabbed the satchel. It only had two clips in it.

"…What…?" I spoke out loud.

I looked around and found that there were two others scattered from where the satchel once was, the were shattered and broken. I scavenged the bullets from the two clips and inserted them into the satchel. I then slung the satchel around my neck and had it to the side like it would be for a human to wear a saddle bag. I checked the high velocity pistol in my hand for the clip that was in it when I was home. When I pulled it out it was empty, at that moment there was a deathly laugh somewhere in the distance. Shocked, I pulled the clip and hand loaded it with rounds. I slipped an extra one into the chamber before inserting the clip and listening to that beautiful sound of the AP slide sliding into place. CLI-CLING. I was still frightened by the laugh in the distance and looked around cautiously. I saw a trail up a small hill to my north and moved toward it. Wait…North? How did I just sense-? At that moment my vision blurred and my mind felt numb and heavy for a second.

"I am sorry young friend…this is about all I can do to help…good luck." A familiar voice spoke.

Then I felt massive stinging in my right hand… I looked at it to see large bolts of blue electricity emitting uncontrollably. It then began to feel painful. Extremely and utterly painful. Like dying but still alive. I dropped my gun and began breathing hard and holding my right hand. The blue electricity was coming from my ring. My vision blurred and I began screaming in agony. I kneeled down, feeling too heavy to hold myself up and saw it coming from the other ring too, I then began flinching as the bolts stirred around me. One it a tree and snapped it from the base, it then fell and made large boom. I was beginning to feel like passing out when I finally felt limp and the electricity stopped. I breathed hard, almost hyperventilating, and attempted to get up. I looked at my hand and saw my hand itself emitting blue electricity. The ring was glowing blue.

"No way…" I coughed out loud

I looked at the trees around me and saw the closest on, I flung my arm like I was from Star Wars or something and watched a quick but massive electrical blue bolt shoot out and it the tree. When the bolt stopped the tree could be seen with some of the electricity trying to conduct itself around the tree. Whoaaaa. it was utterly BADASS that I can do that. I tried it more and found that I could use both hands for a larger bolt (As if it wasn't big enough from one hand). Did he bring this back or had this been transferred to him? Either way I might be able to find this very helpful. I picked up my weapon from dropping it and saw the electricity conduct through the pistol too.

"Your kidding right?"

I climbed up to the trail and figured that I was close to a town or something since the trail already opened to a park. When I walked into the fields it was a hot and sunny day. I looked at myself and found that I was wearing the sweater that I used to wear that time ago. I looked around and saw a large city in the distance, I assumed I was in some neighborhood and would need transportation to get there. I did not see the tower that I thought he would. Was I somewhere else? I had hoped not, this would be a long journey to try and have a chance to return, however that may be out of the question. I walked out of the park and looked at the neighborhood before me. Are the undead still here? I looked around more closely and saw two of them walking around. I did not need to confirm that they were infected, as I could spot one missing a arm and lots of bloodstains all over the other one. I approached them slowly aiming my weapon at the closest ones head, they at least a hundred or so yards away, so there was absolutely no exact chance of a perfect hit, however I saw on twitch and point its head in my direction and it began to stutter towards me. The other looked up and began walking toward me also. This wasn't a very hard welcome back, at least until I noticed that they instantly began sprinting at me screaming and gurgling. As I turned my attention to the closest one and waited until I had its head in my iron sights and fired. The electricity fizzed and the muzzle of the barrel was being conducted with electricity and when the zombies head exploded, it stopped and had a seizure still standing and fell over, the other infected toppled over the dead on and seemed to be effected by the new electrical properties of the dead zombies and fell over being zapped to death. I walked up to it, looked to make sure I had my steel-toe's on and violently stomped onto the twitching infected, making this ones head pop like a water balloon filled with blood and brain matter, when I did so I had hurt my toes from the power-stomp and looked at the shoe, it was exactly a size too small. I looked at the city into the distance, it looked hundreds of miles away. I looked at the small neighborhood full of houses and saw plenty of cars…I figured I should pick a good and easy vehicle to drive and search the hose for a key, I probably do want to smash the window in to hotwire it and cause the alarm to go off, until last resort at least. He walked unto the sidewalk and looked up and down the streets and saw no one. Maybe they don't care about gunshots. In any case he stopped and listened to make sure. A few birds…some screams…gunshots…I don't want to encounter any survivors.

Too much experience would tell me that I shouldn't trust them, and they likely will not trust me. I listened but heard nothing that sounded like it was in the vicinity. I looked at the houses once more. There was on with a black SUV and the house was big the door was not torn down like some of the other houses and it seemed as though someone lived there like a normal Earth would prefer. I approached the house cautiously and attempted to open the door. It was locked. I looked inside and saw a light was on. I knocked a knock that was intelligent and waited. Nothing I did it gain, the exact same beat. Still nothing. I looked behind me for a moment and then backed up and with all force, kicked the door down. Must be made in China…I thought humorously to myself. I entered pointing my gun around. When I was sure no one was in this room I turned around and shoved the door in place so that in the case I attracted attention, it would be nice and loud. I kept my weapon up aiming while looking around. There was a set of keys on the counter in the dining room, that was combined with the living room. Near the keys was a nice and covert size LED flashlight. I picked it up and grimaced at the thought of the types of critical situation I would need this in. I placed both items into my satchel and held my gun up instantly behind me and turned around. It was cause I heard something. What I saw made me feel sad. It was a small Golden Retriever/Husky puppy that was whimpering and was skinny but still wagging its wail at me. I pointed the gun down the hallway leading to another room as I approached the small starving pup. I kept my distance and looked extremely closely for any sign of infection. No wounds, no dilated or glowing eyes…it definitely wasn't bearing its teeth. The quick happy movement of the puppy moving to me affectionately nearly made me jump but it just whimpered and asked for some care… I patted the pup carefully and began to pet it softly. It began to lick my hand and nibble as a sign of massive hunger, but only for food, not flesh. I knew the road back alone would be dangerous, but to do it without any companionship? That would be extreme. I picked the small puppy up cupped it in my arm still pointing the gun around clearing my area. The dog looked at the gun and cocked its head sideways.

I thought it wouldn't be a good idea to fire a gun by the puppy's face, I put the puppy onto the nearby couch and looked around. For any food. There was one small bag that was a brand I didn't recognize but it said that it was meant for dogs in childhood. There was only a bit left, enough for maybe two servings. The puppy seemed to notice the food cause and was wagging its tail furiously and whimpering. I looked around carefully and went to the dog and nudged it to stop. Aww what the hell, lets cut the crap. I put the food down and threw up my pistol aiming down sights and walking down the hall I was pointing my gun into earlier. I felt a adrenaline spike of pure combat I did not know I had. I walked into the dark hall and pulled the flashlight and combined the two into a tactical combo he saw on a cop show long time ago, it was a plain room that had a flat screen and pool table. And other gaming equipment I quickly recognized but shuddered away from focus. I checked the room for other doors and saw none. I went back through the main room and saw the puppy picking at the food back, focused once more and went upstairs unafraid of anything waiting for him. I kicked down door after door searching for any life until I finally approached the master bedroom. The light was on and the door was open already.

I slowly approached the door. I saw a room that looked like it was heavily defended. It had sandbags stacked to provide cover, some knocked down and others still standing. Behind the last row of sandbags I saw a lone skeleton and a pile of other smaller K9 skeletons and one big one. sick… I thought this person raised and bread dogs for food… I realized this having went through the fridge and found it empty…too empty, perhaps scavenged but likely not. How did that last one live?…oh… it was female… that's why… I looked disgusted at the dead skeleton, perhaps only dead for about three weeks or more. As disgusting as it might have been, that little female was probably forced to eat what nutrients was left on the bones of her kin…including the parents since the bones were slightly scattered. Wrapped around what seemed to be the persons shoulders was a rifle. I was slightly skilled in weapons research since my dad taught me about it a long, long time ago. I pulled the rifle and noticed that I had pulled the smelly skeleton apart. This was cause there was a sling on the rifle. He flapped his hands to avoid the smell. He pulled the rifle and noticed a lot of things instantly.

The rifle was called a Savage. It was a bolt action .243 caliber rifle. But that was not the best part. It was a custom made "fast-action" bolt and slide. I examined closer and looked into the barrel, making sure it was unloaded of course. The muzzle was shaped with indents inside that I recognized but could not recall. The theory was that these indents would cause compression of air as the bullet escaped the muzzle and would create a higher powered and higher velocity weapon. Also custom. I checked the stalk, it had belts on either side that are made with holes to hold bullets OR clips. Also the rifle seemed to be made up of mostly carbon fiber parts to make it lightweight and easily maneuverable. The rifle was made differently from many others, in most cases the stock would be made part of the handle and the trigger. In this odd case there was a large thumb hole aligned with the trigger and the trigger guard. I slipped my thumb through the hole and felt it extremely comfortable, but wouldn't kickback effect this? The stock was thick but not heavy, but heavy enough to balance the weapon when he fired. I would have to try this myself… also it was clip fed… now'a days guns were normally clip fed…was this one when it was made? I hooked the sling around myself and it felt so amazingly light, it wasn't even funny. Wait…no ammunition…oh wait a second. I spotted two military grade ammo boxes in the corner… I went over and opened the two and they contained .308 rounds… on the box was the scribbles that spelled out to SAVAGE. Huh? But .308 rounds are meant for sniper rifles… what? I examined the rife and pulled a single bullet from one of the boxes and slid it into the manual slot rather than using a clip and loaded the rifle. LICK-FLICK. Another beautiful sound. I smiled to myself. This was a very special weapon. I looked to the skeleton. I saw that its right arm bone was cupped around the pups' skeletons…I looked at him then the rifle then the pile of dead dog bones and found a new respect for whoever this was. I kneeled down picked up five of the clips, loaded them with bullets, then slipped four of them into the belt on the stock of the Savage and the last clip into the feed. I liked this rifle already. I left the room with The Savage slung around my shoulder and in the doorway and did a few quick aim stances. Easy…I looked back into the room of the lone survivor and his dogs…I turned off the light, and slowly closed the door.

When I got downstairs the young female puppy had torn the bag open and had ate all the food and was sitting in wait for me. I looked at it and smiled at it. It cocked its head and wagged its tail.

"Aroo?" It sounded out.

"Candy…your name is Candy…" I smiled and spoke

The puppy cocked its head again and made a small happy bark. The food was gone, and it was still skinny…I looked at my clothing and shoes… I picked the happy puppy up and walked outside. I unlocked the SUV, checked it for anything, alive or dead, supplies or trash. Nothing at all. Perfect. I placed the puppy in the passenger seat and walked to the on the driver's side looked around once more, opened the door and looked at the puppy. Candy had grey/blue eyes…I looked behind her into the window and saw the city into the distance…

"Candy?"

"Rawr!…Aroo?"

"Time to go shopping…" I got in the seat and started the SUV.

Alright everyone. That should be a good first part to day one. My companion will play an important roll in these few months I will describe, and a critical roll in the book I will make explaining the nine and a half years…see you next entry.