It seems to be a Normal Day (ZN)

[A/N: First I'd like to thank HooLeeFuk for being the first to rate my novel. I'd also like to thank Damian_Gold for commenting on the chapters.

Thanks for donating the "5000 power stones", here's the bonus chapter. Lie, I uploaded it for the two people who commented and rated. Thanks to both of them. However, I'll unfortunately have to go back to the publication time I mentioned in the prologue.

By the way, the point of changing the protagonist's points of view is so that they don't get bored and can have a small taste of the apocalyptic world.

With another 5000 power stones I'll release an extra chapter. Just kidding again.]

In the afternoon.

After eating, I2 continued his meticulous task of inspecting house by house, thus forming a perimeter around the base where he was preparing to settle. He seemed to have a firm determination to make sure that everything was in order and safe before he fully settled into the house.

Once he concluded his inspection, he proceeded to organize the goods he had gathered so far. The food seemed to be enough to last him a good while, if he rationalized it properly. Even if he was a little reckless, those supplies could have lasted him at least a couple of months.

After completing the organization of the food, he dismantled most of the traps he had prepared as warning measures and began to set them up outside the base house. He placed them a few meters away, surrounding all the vulnerable points. These traps were camouflaged among the grass, making them almost undetectable.

From my perspective, it was evident that I2 possessed good survival skills in this apocalypse. He had certainly faced various situations that had shaped him into the person he was now. For a moment, I thought he had been dealing with this new reality for years, but as I looked at the state of the houses and the subtle signs of abandonment, I realized it had only been a few weeks.

"Maybe I2 is one of those people who prepares in advance for an apocalypse", I mused as I watched him check each trap repeatedly, making sure they worked and didn't fail at the least expected moment.

He spent much of the afternoon setting up even more traps. Something that caught my attention was the staggered arrangement of these, as if following a sequence that made them foolproof. Also, I noticed that he avoided setting traps along the way, something that intrigued me.

When night came, he took a moment to eat something before going to sleep, then lay down staring at the ceiling until he finally fell asleep. He was finally done with that torture. I knew tomorrow would be a tiring day.

In the morning.

I woke up unbothered by the sun's rays. "I've had a good run", I thought, although I didn't know if I should count what had happened in my dreams as just another morning.

[A/N: How annoying the sun is sometimes]

Hugging my pillow, I enjoyed the joy of being able to make my own decisions and not be a mere spectator of my life. The happiness I felt was so intense that, for a moment, I wanted to stay in bed and savor that moment.

However, duty calls, and I must work without fail. I got up, determined to continue with my daily routine. But before I left, I remembered that I should write down the details of my dreams; perhaps, when I visited the psychologist, those notes would prove useful.

I remember that it was a fairly quiet day. I went back to inspecting abandoned houses with meticulous caution, perhaps too much so. During my search, I accumulated supplies and some tools. I decided to get rid of some traps, installing them outside the house and placing new ones around to reinforce security.

I tried to remember some significant details, but it all seems to have been a monotonous day in my dreams. Maybe, I hope, I am returning to a more normal state of mind. Once I wrote down what I considered important and left for my job.

Being a truck driver is quite convenient, especially when it doesn't involve those huge trucks with multiple trailers. Mine is an urban transport truck, allowing me to drive through the complicated streets of the city and transport a variety of goods to nearby towns, or vice versa.

I have been in this job for a couple of years now, and to tell the truth, at first, I didn't really like it. However, over time I developed a fondness for what I do. I have had the opportunity to visit places I would never have thought of exploring, towns that are so small that they are not necessarily considered tourist destinations, but which I have come to appreciate for their unique characteristics. There, one can meet people who lead a different lifestyle, at a slower pace. I often see them gathering on the streets, chatting about news and sports, or just sharing some gossip.

Before, I was an office worker, caught up in a frenetic pace. I had no time to stop and talk to strangers or even friends. Interactions were brief; we would say hello quickly, ask about each other's health, and arrange to communicate via social media or make a Tuesday for dinner. Those plans rarely materialized, and those fleeting conversations left the impression of mere formalities.

"Hmm, I'm off on a dizzying rampage again", I thought as I returned my focus to the road. Normally, I don't get lost in my thoughts when driving, and I'm always cautious behind the wheel, but these recent dreams have made me a little dazed.

After a few minutes behind the wheel, I finally arrived at our company office. I reported to my supervisor to inform him about the day's schedule and the assigned destinations. I also told him about my discomfort and that I might have to request a day off.

He looked at me closely, as if trying to figure out if I was joking. Fortunately, I am one of those people who rarely ask for time off. Also, I am usually in good health; I can't remember the last time I felt really sick. However, this time is an exceptional situation.

"I'm going to talk to the boss", he said, after handing me a sheet of paper with the materials and destinations I was supposed to handle today.

I hope that the possibility of the day off becomes a reality soon. I feel the need to talk to someone about my dreams and free myself from this weight that weighs me down. It's not that I consider the situation serious, or at least that's how I perceive it, but these dreams not only leave me mentally exhausted in the mornings, but they also give me a feeling of paranoia.

As I walked to my truck, I remembered a movie in which the protagonist experiences something like what I am experiencing. He was a construction worker who is caught up in a series of dreams that make him think the end of the world is approaching.

At first, he suspects it might be a mental problem, so he decides to see a psychologist. Although he seeks professional help, the dreams continue to fuel his paranoia. In the face of increasing distress, he decides to reinforce an old storm shelter he had in his yard.

As the situation worsens, he decides to keep his wife and daughter in the dark about his condition. Overwhelmed, he tries to see the psychologist again, but learns that he is on vacation, and the replacement only dismisses his medical history as delusions.

Finally, a storm hits his town, and convinced that his visions are coming true, he takes his family to the shelter. They spend an entire night there, with no sign of the storm ceasing, but he, clinging to his belief that the danger persists, prevents his wife and daughter from leaving the bunker.

After seeing the concern on his family's faces and trying to convince them that they were just dreams, the man opens the door of the shelter and realizes that the storm had been mild, and that nothing he had experienced in his dreams had come true.

The protagonist feels resigned. Later, we see him enjoying a vacation on the beach with his wife and daughter, trying to leave that distressing situation behind. However, the unexpected happens: the visions were real, and in the distance, he can see endless clouds approaching.

And so, the film ends, abruptly. The similarity of his story to mine gives me chills. I think the option of not going to the psychologist is completely ruled out.

I got into my truck and drove it to the loading area. Today I have two trips scheduled: the first is to a pet food store on the west side of the city, and later I must deliver some construction materials to a villa to the east.

After waiting for them to finish loading everything, I turned up the music, trying to drown out the restlessness that was invading me, and headed out to my first delivery.

A couple of hours later, after completing the delivery of my order, I returned to the city and stopped at a restaurant for lunch. This is a place where I usually meet my friends for dinner, as it is quite inexpensive, and their dishes are delicious. I chose a dish from the menu and took a table for two; not that I was waiting for anyone, but it is always better to occupy a small table than a large one by myself.

Once again at my company's loading area, I proceeded to load the construction materials that had been requested. When we finished loading everything, I drove to my second destination of the day.

Upon reaching the entrance of the private villa, I received directions to the location of the warehouse. I began to drive slowly, careful not to cause any inconvenience to the residents.

Suddenly, I felt my heart racing, my breathing becoming ragged, and sweat beginning to break out on my forehead. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, or rather, I hoped it was an illusion.

"Mmm, these houses look a lot like the ones in my dreams", I muttered to myself.

I continued to drive slowly, distracted by the search for some sign that would tell me I was wrong, that I wasn't dreaming about a place I was visiting for the first time. However, as I approached the depot, I noticed that it was strikingly similar; I couldn't remember everything precisely, but there was clearly an air of familiarity.

I couldn't believe it; the world is falling apart, or maybe I'm just going crazy. I'd rather be a madman than face this extraordinary reality. But if what I fear is true, I suspect I won't like what's to come at all.

After downloading the materials and talking to the guards, I discovered that they are intended for the expansion of a swimming pool. Perhaps this information will help me discern whether my dreams are genuine or simply the result of coincidence. I couldn't just walk into the house and say, "Excuse me, can I check your home? I think the world is about to end and I need to do it", that would be truly absurd.

I had never looked forward to returning home and sleeping as quickly as possible. However, after visiting this villa and noticing the incredible resemblance to the place I had been in my dreams, I was beginning to feel a restlessness that wouldn't let me rest. I needed to know if what I was experiencing made sense or if, on the contrary, I should prepare to spend a fortune on psychiatrists and psychologists.

As I walked back the same way, I was going over the features of the houses in my mind until, suddenly, I had a flash of enlightenment. "Could it be that the person of my dreams is me?" I asked myself, focusing back on the road.

I just hope that the outcome is not like the one in the movie "Take Shelter" and that all this becomes a reality.

[A/N: Last post of the day.

Thanks to those who read.

"Take Shelter" is a great movie, when I watched it I could feel the desperation of the protagonist, and that's what I would have liked to show in my protagonist, but I don't have enough writing skills, and maybe I would have bored you.

By the way, did you notice that our protagonist doesn't have a name yet?

Comment if you noticed, please.]