The Apocalypse

[ PART 1/3 ]

The scent of burning flesh caught his senses, waking him up from a magical dream that he was enjoying. Deus cough a few times, his eyes still shut as he slowly push himself up, sitting on the bed. His eyes fluttered open and he almost scream when he saw a burning corpse just outside his window, his eyes widely opened, staring intently at him as if he's still alive and is trying to reach for help.

He scrambled out of the bed, his body, his nerves, his senses starting to panic. His consciousness' still half asleep as he made his way downstairs. He felt a cold shiver running down his spine as the ruined first floor of their house came to view. Tons of questions starting to flood his head as the weariness stats eating me.

"What on Earth is happening.." It wasn't a complete question, nor a statement but the disturbed feeling's starting to creep under his skin.

He head to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water, drinking it before going to the sink. He tried splashing water a couple of times on his face, as if trying to wake himself up from this wretched nightmare. But he stayed where he was, standing nervously beside the sink while he splash more water onto his face.

A loud cry escaped his mouth when a face of a woman slammed against the window of their kitchen. He quickly run back upstairs, adrenaline rushing through his system as he locked himself in his room. Strings of incoherent curses erupting from his lips, his body trembling as he searches for anything that he can use for himself.

He was no longer thinking that everything's just a dream, but he wasn't thinking that everything's part of his reality as well. He was hoping, praying wishing that he can escape this horrible nightmare that's starting to crumble his sanity.

Deus quickly grabbed the firearm that he saw on his working table and held tightly onto it, as if it held the safety of his dear life. He was unaware where the firearm came from, but he still took it without questioning himself. The world seemed to fall into damnation that it requires a weapon to protect himself. And now's not the time to play nice, now's the time to be rotten and evil.