Beginning of the End of the World (Edited)

(Beginning of the End of the World)

A little over two years ago, the world as it was known ended, civilization had collapsed, almost everything that made us human was lost. Who did it and why it happened is something everyone knows, but even so, no one could do anything to prevent it, no one can do anything to change it. A seemingly unavoidable fate ... It

was a sweltering summer Sunday, on the eighth floor of some old apartments in the residential area, a fat man was sitting on a sofa, surrounded by various bowls of food and various fried foods, switching between the different options of entertainment from her television, while enjoying the fan on the side, just inches from her body.

SFX: Cicadas, fan.

Although the summer had already wrecked serious damage; The soft sky without traces of clouds, the fast breezes that whistled between the streets and the little traffic in the residential area, made that Sunday a perfect summer day, a beautiful and pleasant day to go out for a walk.

A park three blocks away that was populated by families and laughter affirmed that fact. But today, Robert didn't seem to share that desire. He never had a real hobby or passion for something, just as he switched between series on television without looking for something specific, he changed the activities he did in his spare time. He was not a fan of any particular genre, or a fan of any artist, whatever entertained him that day would do.

And Sundays were the only day off she had a week, and while a walk in the park was a nice idea, the last three days at work had been grueling, she didn't feel like moving a single step; the fan and the sofa seemed the best idea ...

Robert lived his early years in a single-parent family, where his mother for a reason "X" had disappeared, later his father returned to start a family, and although he was never despised, their relationship between them it is better described as a contract of responsibility, where each one fulfills his part, he had no affectionate relationship with anyone. As time passed, their relationships became more tenuous and superficial. Slowly he became more and more listless.

After finishing his studies, he moved on his own, and started working in an advertising company. It was nothing interesting, just a boring and repetitive routine, which was compatible with his life without passion.

The only thing of interest would be his department head: a very beautiful woman, who dressed in her office clothes gave a very hot appearance; her long legs covered by soft black nylon stockings, and that dazzling curve when it reached her hips, became the dream of many. But to the perverts' disappointment, she was a recently and happily married woman, she did not make shady deals, nor was she an evil person who will need to be punished with the spanking of justice, as in some doujinshi, nor did she give the necessary material to write a perverted novel; and besides, the relationship with Robert was simply zero. Even so, it was very important to him, after all, his rotten look always brought him problems, his job would be no exception ...

The head of human resources was the classic handsome man and winner in life, he had a good salary , car and house; He was also married to a very pretty woman and had three children; And yet, in his late forties, several young interns ended up in his clutches each year, a man who was the envy of many. This man, either out of boredom or disgusted by Robert's perverse gaze, spends much of his free time messing with him, together with the rest of the workers, men and women, for no apparent reason, in an irrational way, or just by their wicked gaze, they had made picking on Robert the official sport of the company. That is where his beautiful boss comes in who, although she was not kind, nor did she give Robert preferential treatment, she did not allow such stupid acts to happen in her presence, which made her situation much simpler and more bearable.

But in the end, Robert was an apathetic person, the insults and annoyances really mattered little or nothing to him, he did not even consider for a moment to change jobs or another plausible solution, he only continues to carry out the orders of his bosses, as long as he could do it, I really didn't feel like arguing. But these last three days his boss asked permission for a reason they didn't know, he didn't really care either, but the others took advantage of the moment to use him as a pack mule, moving boxes from one side to the other, just for their simple entertainment; that's why her body was so tired. He took the precooked food from his kitchen along with the fried foods and sat on his couch, choosing a series that caught his eye. It was the best plan for that day. Or so I wanted.

But that Sunday at 11:37 in the morning, when each person did different things without relevance; an ordinary day like any other ... the world came to an end (change) …

For a moment the fan continued to spin, until it slowly stopped, like a prelude to a scary movie. At the same time all electrical devices stopped working, and immense pressure descended from the sky, imprisoning his body; and an inhuman voice spoke throughout the world:

Voice: -- They are too weak -- said with an arrogant and contemptuous tone. -- Weaklings with lives without meaning or reason; the final judgment is near, but they will not survive for an instant ...

Unworthy useless creatures ... They Worthless

are only creatures who do not deserve our help; but maybe some are worth it.

Do your best! -- he ordered.

They were the first and last words that the one who was later named god had spoken. Although the situation sounded like the delusions of an eighth grade student, the pressure that gushed out from those words felt very real. And the meaning of those phrases became tangible as soon as he finished speaking: the loud muffled screams, the destruction of buildings and the roars of unknown creatures, that day, those screams deafened the world, and sentenced him.

Everything happened in a short instant, but it felt like long hours in the mind, even so, there was no time to think about anything, nor to complain to the electric company or the companies that created the appliances, or if it was a dream or not it was; or any other stupidity that could go through the minds of the people of this age. Perhaps it was a show of pity, but the voice had left a thick sensation of death that awakened even the most lethargic survival instincts. The feeling of crisis made even Robert fear for his life, something had to be done, be it a dream, or a trick, or reality, thinking about it was not important, surviving yes.

But then the adrenaline was back under her control, and her mind could think clearly. Was it really worth it, he wondered, but for him the answer was already decided ...

Being on the eighth floor gave him enough height to see many things: creatures apparently out of a low-budget sci-fi movie, along with others that seemed from a medieval fantasy without much originality. He saw dragons, technology, lights that were probably magic, and endless things happening, but, if ever in the past, when he was just a kid, he felt yearning, right now, no, he didn't feel any emotion at all, not even the fear, nor desire. Nor did he care too much about his family and friends, they would not look for him, he would not look for them. If he would die anyway, better here, anyway, he's too tired to run through the streets. I'll sleep, he decided. And so he did.

...

Although many dream of a dystopian future similar to this, the reality in the modern world, mostly peaceful, with a minimal population prepared for a war situation or high stress; With these parameters as a base, there would only be an insignificant resistance, if there was such a sudden change in the world, the monsters will have a feast served, a free buffet of all races and colors, no one would be saved. To believe otherwise would be stupid.

In a short time, this new world was filled with rivers and seas of blood, scraps and fragments of objects and people randomly scattered on every inch of the planet; mankind shattered on every level. That day humanity should have perished, but that day, no one died, everyone was resurrected minutes after being defeated, a special rule without penalties, valid during the first fifteen days of the apocalypse, a grace granted by those who caused this mess.

Still, the aftertaste that death leaves, the sensation of being chewed alive, and each new and innovative form of death awaiting, all of this is beyond comprehension by human sanity, beyond what can be tolerated; but madness was also forbidden in this new world, delusions will not give way to hell. The new systems of the world soothed the psyche just enough to allow them to resist and continue fighting. There was no rest.

While the world burned in calamity, the protagonist slept.

It was not the first time that he did something similar. His personality had been twisted until his own life became meaningless, but he was not a character in some special way.

From the time he was a boy full of snot, whose emotions change with small stimuli, to his current self that sleeps in the middle of an apocalypse, his emotions were wearing away in steps; but not because of a serious trauma, nor an iron decision, or some distant promise. If people saw his soul, they would only observe a boring person. As mentioned, he was not a special character, he did not possess any extraordinary gifts, nor a unique past ... he was just a person without desires.

His life could be summed up in a bland black and white film, giving a sense of unreality, meaningless, where everything seemed to have a script prepared, but it was that "script", perhaps, the only thing he liked about himself.

He did the same routine every day, takes the same time each day for breakfast and brushing his teeth, and every other activity on his list; It is not that he was a perfectionist or had an obsessive compulsive disorder, just as long as the activities on his list were being carried out, the small differences are not that important, nor do they cause any discomfort. His whole day was planned, it is something that made him feel safe and calm. But in society there are too many unknown factors that make it impossible to follow with such a simple plan, that's why he began to use action-reaction planning, a list of options to certain stimuli that allow him to reach an end.

Something like simply greeting a person on the street, branched out into various options depending on the type of reaction you want, what type of person it was, and what words are best to make the desired impression; It was an immense list of steps that plan their behavior in a more efficient way ...

But nothing in this world is immutable, even for one who sleeps between screams and explosions. As the world changed, humanity also began to change, within it, new abilities were born that surpassed common sense.

The abilities were awarded right after the voice finished speaking. That long moment was not only due to people's perception, but that long time was used to install a terminal in each player, which would give them help in this new world, and would also give them information on how to use the skill orb . But it's too friendly user interface had been counterproductive in this case, minimizing the messages to a small notification icon, due to Robert's lack of interest ...

The skill orb allows you to choose a skill from a long list of skills, so conscious, for the sleeping protagonist such an option was impossible, but even so the orb was being used, it was not a bug in the system, or some legendary bug that would allow him to cheat, but another way to choose abilities. When entering a deep dive it allows you to directly experience the skills and choose the most suitable from the long list. But this requires perfect meditation, cleansing oneself of all unnecessary thoughts, and maintaining absolute calm, luckily for Robert, who for several years stopped dreaming completely, it was his natural state when he was asleep ...

Within that empty thought , a small throb of desire vibrated.

If you don't think of anything? What it's left?

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