Arrkein

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience.

That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him.

'At least the heavens are weeping for me.'	As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance.

He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful.

'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.'


Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

The Earth After Rebirth

It took a long while for the dust to settle. As zombified as the kids were, they couldn't stop themselves from entering fits of coughs, they even had enough energy to rub their eyes trying to get rid of the dust filled air.

They treated it as if it were a bother, not something that was a sign of their freedom. They were very pitiful, but understandable that their spirits were broken. They were kids, they didn't know any better.

"Hey, what's your name?" Kiro pointed at one kid he thought looked strong enough to lead the others out of there.

He looked up once, then mumbled something that sounded like 'Micah'

"I know it's hard, but I'll need you to do as I say Micah, you have to take everyone out through that tunnel, follow it until you see the outside. Wait for us there." He instructed hoping he would be in his right mind to take the orders in.

Just then, his phone rang. Electricity zapped through his body when he saw it was Isla. He contemplated.

Ready For Carnage