Chapter 1

It is 10 years into the Eschalogical era. I am the last one alive on this devastated planet. The rest of the 7 billion? Not exactly alive, not exactly dead, but somewhere in between. Very little have been sent to space to survive.  I am sitting on top of a bus, advancing my Eschalogical resistance. It is a type of power that can advance your power to almost unlimited, and also resistance against the virus that started this whole mess that turned the world into a living nightmare.

My name is Riku Eito Kobayashi. I have been left here by the human race to fight off the monsters left here. Let me tell you the story of how this all happened.

One day, ten years ago, on Christmas, a meteor shower was presented to the earth. This meteor shower contained a virus that mutated how humans thought and acted. The virus was called Virus-X. This turned happy, living people, into furious, man-eating monsters. I was the only one left to fight these people off. I now take out 2 batons with blades attached to them. I see a zombie climbing the bus. “Did I allow you to come up?” I yell. I kick it off the bus. I jump down, my adrenaline pumping. I am now ready to fight off all of these raging zombies until my sight goes blurry for no reason. I am suddenly pulled into inky blackness, not sleep, not death, but somewhere in between…

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I wake up, my face on a desk. A school desk. I feel weaker and younger. I hear a teacher yelling at me. “Riku! Wake up!” he says. I open my eyes. “You can stand for the rest of the class. I don’t care if you sleep, but don’t distract others!” he says. It is my least favorite teacher from ten years ago. I lazily stand up. Then, I jolt up straight. Many questions run through my head. Where am I? When am I? Aren’t I supposed to be epicly fighting off zombies for the good of the human race? Then I hear a voice in my head. It is a deep, warm, kind voice. “I am God.” It says. “I do not want you to have regrets. Now I will give you a second chance. This is the day the Eschalogical era starts. I have faith in you, Riku.” In my name, it fades away. I remember that it starts at around 2:00 pm. I look at the clock. It is 8:00 in the morning. I have time to prepare.  I remember. I had regrets. My best friend had died due to a mutated student on a bus that we tried to escape in. He had hidden his wound from being bitten by one of the first infected. He mutated, and the bus crashed. My friend died of blood loss. His name was, or now is, Itsuki Nara. After class, I start to remember more. I went to a year-round school. I see Christmas posters everywhere. I tell Itsuki to buy as much canned food and bottled water as he can, then meet me at an abandoned shack we use as our hideout. I go in and find my weapons. The batons, the small swords, and my crowbar. This was my first weapon. I called it the X-terminator. It served me well. Itsuki comes back, his bag chock-full of beans, meat, Mexican and American food, and he is carrying a brand new bag with lots and lots of water. He throws a third to me. It is filled with medical supplies and weapons. “Here’s everything you asked for and more.” He says, “Why did you even ask me to buy all of this?” “You’ll see,” I reply. Now it is 1:30. Soon, death itself will rise to Earth, and only a few people can stop it. I toss him an extra ax I find. I also toss him a pistol I found, abandoned. “These are for you to defend yourself. Don’t hesitate, and you’ll be alright.” I say. “What are we defending against anyway?” He asks. “Why do we need all of these?” I ignore his questions. I look out the window and see slight streaks of orange.

It is starting.

2:00 hits, and with it, the meteors. Everyone will fall into a 1-hour coma. Some will resist the virus, and others won’t. I made sure our base was insulated to resist the virus.

1 hour later, screaming is paired with dog-like barking and howling from the infected. Many people run and fall. “What the hell??” Itsuki screams. The door slams open. A man comes limping in. It is my least favorite teacher. Itsuki seems to calm down. “Hey, Mr. Takahashi! You’re alright!” The teacher groans in reply. I leap from my position and slice him to bits. Itsuki screams. “W-what did you just do?” He says, stuttering. “Cardinal rule #1 of the Eschalogical era: Never hesitate when meeting a zombie,” I reply. He looks out the window and his eyes seem to pop out of his head. “H-holy crap! Real zombies!” He says. That is when I realize my advantage over anyone on this now devastated planet: a 10-year advancement. I know what to do and the consequences of messing up. One wrong move and you are dead. I know what is going to happen and when it is going to happen. “This is why you told me to buy all that stuff!” He says. “Is that just now arriving at your incredibly small brain?” I reply. “Anyhow, this is now our home base. The school will serve as our supply place. We may also find survivors. If we do, only take in the physically fit ones. No point in wasting good food. Fortify this place as much as you can, okay?” Now, it is time to attempt to gain Eschalogical resistance.

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