(Flashback)
Lee POV
"Oh no, what happened?" Clementine asked, sounding bewildered and tired. It was understandable; nobody got killed, if that's what she meant. But Lee knew the feeling too well. He hated that she—a child—was experiencing such emotions so young, but he knew it couldn't be helped. He needed to prepare her for the trials ahead.
"Nothing happened. Everyone's okay. They're just doing what I'm going to do to you," Lee said. "We need to tidy up," he added, knowing how odd that sounded.
"Did you get any sleep, Lee?" the young girl asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I did. Don't worry. It's just... I feel uneasy this morning, but let's not worry about that. I need to focus on you. We need to talk about your hair. It's unsafe." Lee decided to be blunt, wanting to get it over with.
Clementine quickly frowned, just as he predicted. "That's not nice," she said, folding her arms for emphasis. "Is it because it smells? Because it does, kind of."
An uncomfortable memory flashed in Lee's mind. He remembered killing the bandit, grabbing his ponytail, and throwing him through a window. He quickly pushed the memory away, knowing he wasn't ready to confront it yet. He hoped preparing Clementine would be part of his redemption. If he could help this child—no, his daughter—survive in this monster-filled world, maybe he could atone for his past.
Another memory crossed his mind, making him angry. He tried not to show it but failed.
"Oh no, did I anger you, Lee? I'm sorry," Clem whimpered.
"No, no, it wasn't you. Remember when Andy St. John grabbed you and I got angry? That's why I was upset," Lee explained.
Clementine nodded. "Is that why you want to cut my hair? So nobody can grab it?"
Lee was surprised by her intelligence. He would have thought she was twenty if he didn't know better. But he knew she was still a child at heart, and he hoped nothing would change that.
"Yeah, I need to cut it. We got scissors from Lily and some hair ties. Mind if we do this now?" Lee asked, knowing it wasn't optional but mandatory.
"I guess not," Clem moped.
"Don't mope. This is a good thing. Maybe when you're older, you'll thank me—if we survive that long," Lee muttered the last part under his breath.
"What was that, Lee?" Clem asked, confused.
"It's nothing, don't worry. Just some random mumble jumble," he said quickly. He grabbed a piece of Clementine's hair and put the scissors to it, but something didn't feel right. Ignoring his instincts turned out to be a mistake.
As he tried to cut her hair, a jolt of lightning traveled through at lightning speed. He barely had time to react. His hand was singed, and he quickly dropped the hot, smoking scissors.
"Are you okay, Lee? I'm so sorry," Clem said, concerned and teary-eyed.
"No, don't apologize. It's not your fault," Lee reassured her, surprised by the chaos of her powers. He needed Chuck's help to understand what was happening.
He stood up. "Clem, I'm going to get Chuck. We'll sort this out, don't worry. But first, did you do that knowingly or was it unconscious?" Lee questioned.
"I felt a jolt near my hair, like a tickle or an itch. I'm so sorry, Lee. This is all my fault," Clem said, feeling guilty.
Lee wanted to hug her but was unsure if it would lead to another shock. His hand was healing quickly, thanks to his own Mana, but he felt tired. Whatever she did was very damaging, exerting more Mana than usual. He needed Chuck's experienced eyes to figure this out.
Lee began to walk towards where Chuck was training the others.
(End of flashback)
Omid POV
"Hey, you fat, ugly idiot! Look at me, you stupid—" Omid yelled at the troll. The troll turned around, growling at Omid.
"We've got you where we want you, you bastard. Just stand up and walk towards me," Omid thought to himself as he continued taunting, "Come on, you want to kill me, right?" Omid then took off his pants and waved his butt around. The annoyed troll exited the tracks and walked over, eager to crush him.
"You finally came to me. I can finally get your power. It will be useful for my endeavors," the troll said, his mace in hand. As he prepared to crush Omid, the troll noticed the Bracelet of Souls around Omid's wrist.
This was exactly what Omid was waiting for. Before the troll could lower his mace, Omid yelled, "Time stop!" A wave of mana surged out, freezing time. He had only five seconds before time resumed.
"Alright, let's do this," Omid said, counting down. His power required him to announce the time remaining; otherwise, the ability would be unreliable. The last time he didn't follow this rule, reality had changed unpredictably.
"One second," Omid said.
Omid dashed in front of the troll.
"Two seconds," he muttered, climbing up the troll's body to reach the bracelet.
"Three seconds," he had only two seconds left. Omid grabbed the bracelet and then said, "Four seconds." The bracelet shrank to fit his wrist perfectly.
"Five seconds. Time resumes!" Omid yelled as he jumped off the troll. Time resumed, and the troll's mace slammed into the ground where Omid had been standing. The troll, confused, saw Omid now a short distance away and rushed towards him, angrier than ever.
Omid knew his power had a cooldown of five minutes, but he wasn't worried. He trusted the plan and had faith in his friends. Just then, a blur—Travis—punched the troll. Using his immense speed, Travis unleashed a barrage of blows, seemingly in a split second. To Omid, it looked like a thousand punches in one second. Travis was the offensive powerhouse of their team, far surpassing what Omid's time-stop ability could achieve alone.
Omid refocused, knowing the plan was almost complete. The troll was right where they wanted him. Travis eventually slowed down, having exerted his super speed for nearly an hour. Exhausted, Travis was vulnerable. The troll, seizing the opportunity, slammed his mace into Travis, knocking him out.
"Travis!" Omid yelled, horrified, as the troll lifted the mace again to deliver a fatal blow. Suddenly, the troll was pushed back. Omid turned to see Krista, her fist outstretched. She thrust her other hand forward, creating a psychic force that slammed into the troll repeatedly. With a powerful kick, she sent the troll flying away.
Krista then brought Travis's body closer to her with her psychic powers. Omid was relieved that Travis was still breathing and not as injured as he had feared.
Omid took a deep breath, feeling a surge of relief. The plan had worked, and they were still alive. They had the Bracelet of Souls, and the troll was defeated, at least for now.
(Flashback)
Lee POV
Lee finds Chuck easily; the old man points everyone to how Mana works. The group was meditating and trying to manifest their abilities. The gut punch method was also used for those struggling to connect with their Mana, though not everyone was keen on that approach. Lee remembered his own experience, having received a gut punch from Jackson that hurt like a b****. He hoped to avoid a repeat of that ordeal unless it was to protect those he cared about.
Lee waited patiently until Chuck finished his instructions. The old man noticed Lee as he wrapped up, signaling for Lee to approach. Chuck immediately noticed Lee's burnt and blistered hand.
"Lee, what happened to your hand?" Chuck asked, his concern evident.
"It was a little accident with Clementine, and that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," Lee said, gesturing toward a more secluded spot. Chuck nodded, and they walked over to a quieter area.
"So, what's the deal, my friend?" Chuck asked, pulling out a bottle of whiskey from his portal and taking a swig.
"Are you sure you should be drinking at a time like this?" Lee asked, both confused and a bit angry.
"Don't worry about it. I'm a better teacher when I'm drunk," Chuck chuckled, clearly joking. Then, in a sudden switch, he turned serious. "So, what's the problem, pal?"
"Something weird is happening with Clementine's body, and I'm not sure how to handle it," Lee said.
Chuck looked intrigued. "You don't say. Should I assume that's the reason your hand looks like that?" he asked.
Lee nodded.
"Interesting. Tell me more. Give me the full rundown," Chuck said, taking another drink. Lee explained what had happened, and Chuck fell into deep thought.
"Could it be... have they awoken?" Chuck muttered to himself.
"What do you mean by that?" Lee asked, confused.
"There's a legend that Monster Hunters have passed down for generations. It's about the end times—not like the Rapture or Ragnarok, but something similar. It's an old legend that I didn't think would come to pass for another thousand years, but I guess the estimate was off. We might be seeing the start of the end of the world as we know it," Chuck said, dropping his bottle. His seriousness unnerved Lee.
"So, you're saying the world is going to end?" Lee asked.
"I have no idea. The legend isn't specific. It just says 'soon,' which could mean a day, a month, or years. We just don't have a f****** clue. But the legend does say it can be prevented. Strange, right? That's why most Monster Hunters disregarded it—it sounds unrealistic that the end of the world can be stopped," Chuck said, chuckling to himself. "But I guess I'll have to tell you the full version for you to understand entirely. Sit down; it's going to be a long one."
Naruto's POV
Naruto found himself lying on the ground, initially thinking it was snow, but quickly realizing it was something else. The air was warm and humid, and the place around him was completely white, pulsating as if it were alive. The portal that had unexpectedly appeared and brought him here had disappeared, leaving him stranded. If he had a nickel for every time he was transported somewhere, he'd have three nickels, which wasn't a lot, but still strange that it had happened three times.
Naruto started walking around in the void, losing track of time since there was no way to measure it in this plane. He lamented not having a watch, as he had been teleported unexpectedly. It could have been a hundred years in the outside world, and he'd have no idea. He tried to perform a summoning jutsu, but nothing happened. Determined, he kept moving forward until eventually, he gave up and lay down in the abyss.
"How long have I been here? A year? A day? I'm never going to get out of here," Naruto thought, starting to feel a bit insane. "I never give up, but it's been like... who knows how long."
Just as Naruto began to despair, he heard a female voice behind him. He jumped up quickly, facing a woman with familiar red hair, white skin, and dark purple eyes. She was beautiful, but Naruto didn't feel any attraction to her, which was odd. He felt something different, something he couldn't describe.
"Are you okay, my son?" the red-haired woman asked.
Naruto was confused. "Why would this random stranger call me her son? Could she be my mother? No, she couldn't be," Naruto thought, immediately dismissing the idea. His mother would be way cooler than this girl.
The woman punched him in the face. "Ah! Why did you do that, hag?" Naruto yelled angrily.
"What did you call me, boy?" The woman turned demonic, and Naruto was immediately afraid.
"I'm sorry, miss! You're not a hag. I'm a hag, that's what I was saying," Naruto tried to appease her.
"Son, I thought Jiraiya-sensei would teach you better," a young blonde man said, stepping forward. His hair and eyes were just like Naruto's, and he looked very familiar.
"You're... the Fourth Hokage," Naruto said, absolutely shocked.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. I need a second to process this," Naruto walked a few steps away. "So, I'm the son of the Fourth Hokage, and this woman is my mother? Red hair, very beautiful. And Jiraiya-sensei was supposed to take care of me?" Naruto said out loud.
"Wait, what? Are you saying Jiraiya-sensei didn't do what I told him to?" the Fourth Hokage, Minato, asked, clearly shocked.
His mother, Kushina, looked furious. "I told you Jiraiya wouldn't do it, but who listens to me?" she snapped.
"Now, now, Kushina. Let's not argue about the past. We made him Naruto's godfather for a reason, and you agreed," Minato argued.
"You have a point, but let's not make this reunion about past arguments," Kushina said, letting it go.
"So, are you really my mother and father? You're not some demon monsters trying to trick me, right?" Naruto asked, still skeptical.
"Nope, we're really your parents," Minato said, striking a pose.
"Well, that explains where I got my jokey attitude from," Naruto thought.
"Yes, son, we are truly your parents. We'll tell you everything about what happened during your birth so you understand why things are the way they are," Kushina said. "But first, let's talk about what you've been doing these past 14 years."
"Actually, Dad, I'm 14. My birthday just passed," Naruto corrected.
"Really? You're 14? Wow, time flies in the Pure Lands. We don't get much communication here," Minato joked, lightening the mood. Naruto chuckled at that.
Naruto told them everything from getting his headband at the Academy to his battle with Sasuke at the Valley of the End, his teleportation to a new world, his experiences at the St. John Dairy, and the ongoing destruction. It was a lot for his parents to take in, but also for Naruto, as he finally learned about his birth and the circumstances surrounding it.
"You've dealt with so much. We couldn't have imagined it," Minato said, impressed.
Kushina, teary-eyed, hugged Naruto tightly. "How can my son be dealing with this?" she cried.
"Mom, please, you're kind of crushing me," Naruto said, feeling a bit awkward but understanding it would fade with time.
"What happens now? You guys aren't just going to disappear, right? Am I going to get out of here?" Naruto asked.
"We won't fade away. We'll be here in your subconscious. In fact, two rooms are being made for us, a nice cabin," Minato said.
Naruto wondered how the Nine-Tails would react to this. "It's going to be awkward with the Nine-Tails around."
"Yeah, he's not going to like us," Kushina added.
"And if you'll allow us, we'd like to assist in your training," Minato offered.
Naruto smiled. "Why not? I'll need all the help I can get. The trials ahead won't be easy. They might even get harder and more dangerous."
Minato created a portal using a Jutsu or some kind of mindscape logic. Naruto didn't quite understand it, but he didn't care. It was the gateway home.
Mark's POV
Mark woke up to fire crackling beside him and something sizzling. He got up from the grassy floor and saw Doug, Larry, and Noah surrounding a can of beans cooking over the fire. He walked over and sat next to Doug and Noah, who had saved a spot for him.
"How did everyone sleep?" Mark asked, yawning and trying to wake up. He wished for a good cup of coffee, but that was a luxury these days.
"Least slept okay, considering," Doug said. He dropped his fork on the ground but used his power to return it, making it float toward him.
"You're getting very handy with that power," Mark observed.
Doug smiled. "It's pretty simple if you know how it works. It's like magnets. I'm pretty sure that's what it is. I can make organic and inorganic things magnetic, though I haven't tried it with anything but metal."
Mark chuckled, thinking about his powers. He could create marks that manifested in the real world and even write commands on them, like coding. He wondered about the limits of his abilities, contemplating whether he could manipulate genetics or warp reality itself. He knew he needed to understand his powers thoroughly to survive in this world.
Mark decided to get to know Noah better. He turned to the boy, who was already finished with his plate and looked uncomfortable. "Hey kid, I know it's weird being in a new place with people you don't know," Mark said, trying to comfort him. "We wanted to ask and get to know you better so it won't feel so awkward. You hear me?"
Noah relaxed a bit. "Alright, what do you want to know?"
"Where are your parents? Are they still alive?" Mark asked.
Noah's expression turned grim, tears welling in his eyes. "I know my dad's dead. My mom... I don't know. She acted strange, like she was in a shell. I don't even want to know if she's alive," he said, surprising everyone. Mark decided not to pry further.
"How old are you, kid?" Mark asked.
"I'm 8 years old. Or maybe 9. I don't really keep track," Noah said.
"I see. There's a girl your age and a boy a bit older in our group. You'll have great company," Larry said optimistically.
"What do you remember?" Mark asked.
Noah thought for a moment. "I remember running into the forest and falling into a chasm. Or maybe it was a cave. It's fuzzy. But I remember touching a strange object that burned me, and then I passed out."
"Can you describe the object?" Mark asked.
"It was shaped like an egg, burning like molten lava or fire. It was calling to me in my mother's voice," Noah answered.
Mark pondered this, thinking it might be connected to an explosion they investigated. He noticed a large bird-like imprint burned into Noah's back but decided not to mention it yet.
"Listen, kid, we're not going to leave you out here. You're coming with us. This world is dangerous, and we need to prepare you for it," Mark said, taking on a leadership role.
"So, what are you suggesting?" Larry asked.
"I'm saying we should train for three days. I know the others will probably reach Savannah by then, but we need to be safe. We need to understand our powers fully," Mark said. Everyone agreed, including Noah.
"Thank you. I'll try my best. I don't want anyone to go through what Jackson did to me. I want to prevent it from happening to anyone else," Noah said determinedly.
Mark smiled. Just then, he saw something in the distance. He climbed the RV for a better view and called for Larry to fetch the binoculars. Through them, Mark saw a giant horde of walkers and monstrous beasts, far worse than Jackson. One specific monster, a skeletal figure in priest-like attire with sickles and chains, seemed to be herding the horde.
"Doug, it's a giant horde of walkers and monsters. We need to move now, or they'll catch up with us," Mark yelled, jumping off the RV.
Everyone scrambled to gather their belongings and load into the RV. Mark took the driver's seat with Noah beside him, clearly scared. "Don't worry, kid. I won't let any of those things hurt you," Mark reassured him.
He hit the gas, speeding away from the impending threat, knowing the journey ahead would be perilous.
(End of flashback)
Naruto's POV
Naruto finally received the signal. The plan seemed simple: Omid would serve as a decoy, using his time-stop ability to retrieve the armband from the troll and escape the tracks. Meanwhile, Travis and Christa would weaken the troll, setting the stage for Naruto and Emily to finish with a powerful attack.
Naruto began making hand seals and decided to start with a Fire Style Jutsu. He jumped as high as he could, the troll in sight, and released the Jutsu, shouting, "Fire Release: Big Flaming Bullet!" A huge fire stream quickly turned into a fireball the size of a house, crashing straight through the troll. Naruto then heard Emily's voice as she yelled, "God's Annihilation!" With her sword and shield in hand, she spun like a top, slicing through the troll. Just a few seconds later, the smoke from Naruto's Jutsu cleared, revealing the troll on the ground.
Naruto approached to check if it was truly dead. The troll lay unmoving, but as Naruto was about to check its pulse, the troll's body exploded with a surge of power. The mana emanating from it was immense, pushing them back and forcing them to prepare for another attack.
"What the hell's going on now?" Omid asked, fear evident in his voice.
"I have no idea, but I'm pretty sure we're going to find out," Christa responded.
"This is definitely nothing I've ever seen before," Emily added, struggling to keep her mana sword and shield up against the sheer force of the winds.
"Wind Release: Vacuum Serial Waves!" Naruto created multiple arcs of wind, shooting them at the figure at alarming speeds, but it seemed to have no effect. "Damn, I thought that would work," he muttered to himself.
When the mana stream ended, the troll was no longer there. Instead, there stood what looked like a man, far more muscular and handsome than before. Despite the transformation, the immense power radiating from him was unmistakable. Naruto considered going into his three-tails form for the necessary strength but hesitated, fearing he would lose control.
He decided to try another elemental Jutsu. Naruto recalled the technique his father had helped him train with, which involved a nature transformation. He had only used it once on a rock, and it hurt his hand too much to throw it. He needed to get close enough to use it on this new foe.
The monster smirked and disappeared, reappearing right behind Naruto. He needed to move, but Doxie beat him to the punch. "Move, you idiot!" she yelled. Naruto ducked just in time to avoid a fatal strike. The troll swung its mace at him, but Naruto rolled away and quickly got to his feet. Before the troll could attack again, Emily intervened, trying to slash him. The troll blocked easily and tried to punch her, but she blocked with her shield, using "God's Repel!" The shield rebounded the force of the attack back at the troll, sending him crashing into the train station.
Naruto knew he needed to buy time to perform the Jutsu. "You three, I need you guys to buy me time! I have a powerful Jutsu that will take this thing down, no problem," Naruto half-lied. He wasn't sure if the Jutsu would kill the beast, but he did have the technique.
Naruto ran into the forest, creating three shadow clones to assist with the Jutsu. He formed a Rasengan, hoping it would work. "Father, I really need your assistance right now," Naruto thought.
"I'm on it, son," his father's voice reassured him as he appeared in front of Naruto. "You remember what I said, right?"
"Yeah, just trust in myself and some stuff like that," Naruto quickly replied.
His father nodded. "Good. Now focus and channel your chakra."
Naruto concentrated, pouring his chakra into the Rasengan, enhancing it with the nature transformation. The Rasengan glowed brighter, its power amplified.
Back on the battlefield, Omid, Christa, and Emily fought valiantly to keep the troll occupied. Naruto could see their struggles but knew he needed to finish preparing the Jutsu.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!" Naruto created more clones to distract the troll further. Finally, the enhanced Rasengan was ready.
Naruto charged out of the forest, the Rasengan in hand. "Take this!" he yelled, aiming the powerful attack at the troll.
The Rasengan connected, the energy exploding on impact. The troll roared in pain as the powerful Jutsu tore through it. The ground shook, and the air filled with a blinding light.
When the light faded, the troll lay on the ground, motionless. Naruto panted, exhausted from the effort. He approached cautiously, checking to ensure it was truly dead this time.
"It's over," Naruto said, relief washing over him as the others joined him. "We did it."
Emily, Omid, Christa, and Travis gathered around, each expressing their relief and exhaustion. "Good job, Naruto," Emily said, patting him on the back.
Naruto smiled, glad to have his friends by his side. Together, they had overcome yet another powerful foe in their quest for survival.
Emily's POV
Emily was taken aback, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her—surprise, anger, and countless others. Naruto had quickly said something and then just left. She hoped he had a good reason for it, but she had to trust that he could pull off a miracle. He always had before, so why not bet on him again?
Determined, she flipped her sword and drove it into the ground. A rumbling ensued, confusing the troll at first. But then it instinctively jumped, sensing the danger. Emily had set this up carefully, and a field of swords erupted from the ground. The troll managed to leap, but Christa caught it mid-air with her telekinetic powers, flinging it down onto the swords, and pinning it in place. The beast's anguished screams echoed, but Emily remained indifferent.
Suddenly, she noticed a blur—a rapid movement she recognized as Omid using his time-based ability to drive the swords deeper into the troll. His power was proving far more useful than Emily had anticipated. It seemed they had subdued the troll, thanks to Omid's help. Feeling proud, Emily approached to finish the job, her sword in hand, though slightly lowered.
That was her undoing and the biggest mistake she had ever made. As she moved to deliver the final blow, the troll, with a burst of desperate strength, grabbed her wrist. Everything went dark for Emily, and she couldn't even muster a scream.
ChristaPOV
Krista was shocked. One moment, Emily was there, and the next, she was completely gone. Omid was paralyzed with fear, but Krista knew she had to buy Naruto time. She launched a flurry of telekinetic blows at the troll. However, the monster manifested a shield that blocked her attacks and retaliated with an amplified version of her power, striking her dead center. The force of the blow sent her flying.
"Krista, no!" she heard Omid yell, but his voice was distant. She struggled to her feet, desperately searching for Omid. As she took a few steps back, she felt a presence behind her. Knowing what it was, she tried to attack, but the troll struck her with a green glowing mace. The impact snapped her bones, and she was flung towards the train station.
As consciousness waned, Krista wondered how everything had gone so wrong so quickly. The troll approached and touched her, and then everything went black.
Naruto's POV
Naruto was finally done prepping the Rasenshuriken. Its power burned his arm, but he knew he could only maintain it for about ten minutes. He wasted no time, quickly sensing the troll's immense power. The troll looked different—didn't it have black hair before? Naruto pushed the thought aside, focusing on his mission. He launched the Rasenshuriken at the troll, hitting it directly and sending it flying. The troll didn't even try to dodge, which unnerved Naruto. As the explosion of chakra erupted, his hand throbbed with pain.
Instinctively, Naruto felt the urge to move, sensing an unseen danger. He ducked just in time to avoid a mana-covered mace aimed to crush his head. The troll's new appearance was striking—his muscles were more defined, his hair silver-white, and his eyes glowing with arrogance. The glowing mace rested on his left shoulder, adding to his menacing presence.
Naruto realized his previous attacks wouldn't work. None of his jutsus could harm this beast. He needed to use Doxie's chakra, despite the risk of losing control and entering the four-tail state. He took a deep breath as the troll charged at him. A dark red chakra cloak formed around Naruto, sprouting one, then two, and finally three tails. He saw the troll's attack coming but couldn't fully block it. His arms shattered from the impact, and he was sent crashing through dozens of trees.
The healing factor of Doxie's chakra quickly mended his broken bones. The troll was right in front of him again, now wielding a shield that resembled a cannon. The cannon started charging with mana and fired. Naruto dodged, but the troll anticipated his movements. The mana blasts incinerated everything they touched. Naruto used his tail to propel himself towards the troll, forming a Rasengan. The troll blocked it with his shield, absorbing the jutsu and returning it tenfold. The counterattack blew a hole through Naruto's stomach, sending him flying again.
Kid, I don't know how long I can keep healing you. Eventually, you'll drain all your chakra, and then mine will start infesting yours. We both know we don't want that, Doxie warned.
I know, but what choice do we have? Naruto yelled back.
You know we have an option, Doxie replied, her voice grave.
We're not even sure if that will work. But I guess, what else do we have to lose? Naruto thought. He began drawing more of Doxie's chakra, and a fourth tail formed. He went even further, his skin peeling off to reveal a black and red cloak. This was what Naruto called Version 2, but in this state, he lost all control.
The four-tailed Naruto launched himself at the troll, punching it with immense force and sending it flying. He didn't relent, striking the troll's abdomen again and then grabbing it with his tail to slam it into the ground. The troll emerged, scratched but unfazed.
"Well then, this is going to be a worthy challenge. It feels great being a tier-four monster. I feel so strong. I didn't think this is how you gain strength, but I now know your secret. I'll go even into tier five with this knowledge and beyond," the troll yelled.
Naruto, now fully in his Four Tails form, let out an animalistic roar. He was a far cry from the happy-go-lucky boy. The only thing on his mind was the need to kill this enemy. He charged at the troll with relentless fury.
Full Name: Charles
Also Known As: Chuck
Role: Supporting character, transient and survivor
Personality
Wise and Insightful: Despite his rough exterior and transient lifestyle, Chuck possesses a great deal of wisdom and offers valuable advice to the group.
Realistic and Pragmatic: Chuck has a realistic view of the post-apocalyptic world, often making practical suggestions to ensure survival.
Blunt: Chuck is straightforward and honest, sometimes harshly so, but his intentions are generally for the good of the group.
Background and Role in the Story
Former Musician: Before the apocalypse, Chuck was a musician, often seen playing his guitar, which provides some solace in the grim world.
Transient Lifestyle: He lived a transient lifestyle even before the outbreak, which has perhaps equipped him better for the new world order.
Joining the Group: Chuck is first encountered by Lee and his group on the train they plan to use to escape Macon. He decides to join them on their journey to Savannah.
Significance in the Story
Voice of Reason: Chuck often acts as the voice of reason within the group, providing sobering truths and guidance.
Fate not yet determined
Destiny not yet revealed
Mana ability: able to create pocket dimensions he has infant storage space he can also send people into other dimensions if he wants to