Inktober Day 1

Synopsis of the Series:

It's 2040, and the end of the world is upon us.

But it's not by what we all expected - the rapture, a meteor, or alien invasion. It's courtesy of man and Gene research. Man explored genes and how to manipulate human and animal DNA in unnatural ways, and as a result., a lot of monstrous animals have been created.

In one act of defiance, Macrohard and it's overzealous CEO, Gill Bates, has planned to create a superhuman, a being of enhanced human abilities. His name is Apocalypse, and he is fated to destroy the world... except if two not-too-ordinary men can stop him.

(Corny storyline, but hey, the prompts are out of this world!)

Let's begin.

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He reeled in the 99th fish, and luckily for him, this time it didn't have a baby hand, venomous fangs, or breathe fire.

Hoorah, he had what to eat today.

Ever since that crazy pandemic 20 years ago, everything went upside down. Macrohard had created the ultimate death games on the earth, and every day was a good day to die young.

He was 19 and didn't think this was how the world would end for him.

"Alright, let's see what you got, big boy."

He looked at the body of the fish and notice the markings. It was a Snish, a cross-breed of a snake and a fish. Luckily, this one wasn't from a snake with fangs, which meant it couldn't poison him, and it would have a lot of flesh within.

Two days' meal.

He sighed as he realized he had eaten only fish for the past week. But there wasn't much he could do. Most of the plants were wild vines that would grab and squeeze anyone who so much as touched their fruit.

His gun was not loaded.

The squirrels could really fly, and they had had teeth like saber-toothed tigers. If he missed a shot, he would be a walking acorn.

As he reached his little shack, he punched in the code and the 1000-volt barrier was lifted. Efficient protection from all the beasts of the wild who would want to have a feast while he was the sleeping main course.

"Cooked or fried, cooked or fried..." he said as he thought about how he'd want the fish. If he was eating only fish, he could at least have a bit of variety.

"...hmmm, deep-fried it is," he mouthed as he brought down some fresh bread from the cupboard. He'd go to the convenience store a kilometer away to get bread for 100 dollars, no thanks to the crippled economy.

When his money ran out, he'd have to rob them. He knew it, and even though he wasn't proud of it, he knew there was no other choice.

And tomorrow will be sushi then, he thought.

"Sushi... I really don't know how to cook that, but I guess I'll think of something along the way," he said, knowing that there was no internet or whatever. His grandmother's cookbooks were on the shelf, maybe they would do him some good.

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Outside the barrier, the man set his bloody blade down. The flying pigs had become ruthlessly carnivorous, so he'd had to kill them. He would really need to remove the carcasses, or the loner in the shack would know he was there.

"This one's a survivor," he thought, " he'll be of good use."

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Hey guys, sorry I didn't snap my WIPs, I promise, I did that in other works. Hope you guys enjoy the story and engage it well.