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The Abyssal Freeloader

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Chapter 1 - Prologue - The 23rd Day of December

I was on the shitter at that time when the world suddenly said—

Fuck it. I'm ending my life today.

No, the world is not sentient or anything! It's just a figure of speech so don't just say scary things like that…..well who am I to complain? The world basically said that to the eight billion humans on that day.

The moment I heard father's scream in agony, I hurriedly cleaned myself and ran out of the shitter that I was on. I then tried finding my mother who was previously on the living room ironing our clothes that we were supposed to wear during the Christmas Eve mass.

She wasn't on the living room calming ironing our clothes. She was standing behind the glass sliding door, watching our backyard that had a beautiful view of the beach.

I was fifteen years old at that time.

At that time I was just your normal porn addicted high-school boy that was taking a shit a few minutes ago.

And then, at that time….I lost my father.

His limbs were crushed down by the large jaws of a monster that was almost six feet tall. My body trembled as I watched it finish off father's bloodied corpse. I was standing behind my mother, and the moment she saw father being eaten she immediately grabbed the sliding door's handle and pushed it to the side.

Out of concern, I grabbed her by the arm and stopped her from going out. I've lost my father, now wouldn't want to lose my mother as well. Those were my thoughts at that time.

Mother was stronger than me. After all, she was a former soldier in the Imperial Japanese Navy. That was before she lost her left leg after it was desintigrated when the powder bag's exploded.

She wailed and screamed at my father's name but he was no longer there. The blood stain left on the sand were what's left of him.

I tried my best to pin her down. Luckily my older sister, Karen, arrived and helped me put her down. I left mother on my sister's hands as I ran towards the sliding door and closed it.

Karen was sweating badly, she screamed at me to retrieve mother's old Type 89 assault rifle at the basement. I did what she told me and ran towards the basement where mother's old military equipments were stashed.

I quickly ran upstairs and found the two of them missing. My heart pulsated badly thinking that the two of them were devoured by the monster that came from the sea.

Then a strong explosion came from the second floor. I ran upstairs with the rifle on my hand. Smoke was coming out of my room so I ran there and kicked it open.

Blood—

Yes, my room was painted with blood. The walls, the ground, and even the window. It was at that moment that felt genuine horror. The monster's eye then appeared at the window.

With a quick motion I ducked down and grabbed a magazine from my pockets and placed it on the rifle's receiver, or so what my sister called it.

After that, I then grabbed the rifle's cocking lever and pulled it with all my strength. With the safety off, I leveled the rifle on my shoulder.

Muscle memory kicked in and soon as I pulled the trigger the recoil almost knocked me over.

The sound it made was a bit deafening without the ear plugs that mother gave us during our shooting session. I quickly emptied the magazine realizing that the rifle was on full auto.

I quickly reloaded my rifle and pointed its barrel at the riddled window once more. But the monster was no longer there. Confused I ran towards the window and poked my head out.

It was mistake; the monster was deliberately waiting for me to poke my head as its jaws were wide open below me.

Death was awaiting me, it was approaching me

Fuck —

I said to myself as I saw the blood stains on the monster's mouth and the remains of my father's flesh stuck in between the monster's teeth.

And then a strong shockwave came, pushing me back inside the room. My consciousness spinning out of control. My ears ringing like there was no tomorrow.

The window itself was blown into smithereens. And after letting out a couple of coughs, I then leaned my head forward and realized that I was bleeding heavily on my stomach.

The pain soon followed, it was relentlessly unbearable. I screamed, wailed and who knows what I was doing at that time. With my left hand, I pressed it on my wound trying to stop the bleeding.

It was futile, my consciousness was fading, I was pretty sure that I was going to die there.

Then my mother's voice came to my ear, like an echo.

"Gintoki!" She yelled.

Her horrified expression came to my eyes as I lay there on the floor with my hands pressed against my wound. She was screaming but I couldn't hear her voice anymore.

Then Karen arrived with a first aid kit on her hand. Then a couple of soldiers from the army arrived and help Karen tend my wounds. And before long I was already outside the house being carried on a stretcher towards an army truck.

I turned my head to the side. With my fading vision, I saw a lone figure. She wore black and white clothes and had a pure white hair. She was looking our way, she was looking at me with her bright gold or yellow eyes.

It was look of sorrow and pity.

The soldiers beside me halted and pointed their rifles at this unknown person. They then fired immediately not even caring to ask who she was. The unknown person retaliated by crushing a soldier's head with her right hand. She then started killing the soldiers one by one.

As the bloody firefight ensued, my consciousness faded…slowly like…

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