I'm a man named Skraye and was a slave to school and work—at least before.
I hate my job, I hate my school. The people I worked with. And especially myself—can't forget about that one.
Who wouldn't hate their job anyway?
Who the fuck enjoyed working 40 hours a week for a low amount of money that goes away quickly?
Who would fucking enjoy working with narrow-minded people who can't even cooperate well?
Who wouldn't hate themselves for being jealous of other people's success?
Hate me if you want but I genuinely dislike the society.
I didn't ask for this to happen, but it was no one else's fault.
Yet, the thing that happened somewhat saved me.
It still haunts me to this day— the day I was disturbed by the loud sirens outside in the office I was working in. Friday, the 13th of December 2022, If I remember it correctly.
The day when I found myself alone in the dark, the office lights were off. And only the light was from the sun's rays peeking through the window.
"Ha, I passed out again," I muttered, lifting my head up from my desk.
It wasn't unusual for me to fall into slumber during my nightshift. As I am an early bird forced to do night shift due to my heavy academic tasks.
With barely opened eyelids, I stretched my arms, while still seated on my chair. The sun's rays slowly peeked through the large window of the office from my left.
"Fuck, this," I said, still stretching my arms.
After I'm done stretching. I fixed my beige, medium size polo as it got disoriented from my slumber.
I snatched my collar and stood, fixing my buttons afterwards.
After that, I turned off my computer that I left open on my desk.
I didn't know that the world was ending until a loud echo of sirens bombarded my hearing.
A crashing sound outside followed. Sweats dripped as I covered my ears.
"What the hell?"
I waited minutes until the sirens were off before I slid my hands down to my trousers pocket.
Heavy breaths came along with my topsider clacking rhythmically whilst I tramped forward to the window to look.
I peered outside, and the scene sent me a shiver run through my spine—dozens of cars scattered across were on fire. With smoke perpetually ascending through the atmosphere. Red creatures hovered around the street, some were walking as they mercilessly devoured human flesh.
My chest pounded loudly as I stood frozen. Sweat gleaned on my forehead while my hands trembled violently. I couldn't get a single thought in my head as I comprehended this apocalyptic event.
We had an air filter in the office building and it was definitely working, yet the scent of burnt metal entered my nostrils as I gasped for air.
"Is this the end of the world?" I said, gently pulling the sliding curtains of the window.
I lifted my right arm to check the time on my $6000 Mechanical Watch that I bought with my 3 months earned salary.
The small hand of the watch was between 5 and 6, the medium hand meanwhile rested at exactly 8, as the small hand constantly ticked.
It's 5:40 for you guys who can't read analog clocks.
Fuck.
Anyway, I proceed to slowly approach my computer.
I want to avoid creating as little as much noise as possible.
I need to conceal myself. I don't want to get killed by those demonic creatures.
While I waited for a minute, it finally turned on.
'Do you want to sign in as Skraye?'
I slid the cursor down to the 'Yes' button, clicking the login. The screen buffered for another minute before I successfully got in.
Fuck this computer.
I checked the settings of the computer; connecting it to the office network.
'Failed to connect the computer to Wifi.'
Shit.
I clenched my left fist and connected once more.
'Your computer has successfully connected.'
"Yes. I got in," I whispered cheerfully but I rapidly shook my head; there's no time to chill around, my life is in danger.
Showered by sweat whilst I opened a tab, searching 'Greentube.'
'News, 13, December, 2022.'
I swiftly clicked the first video that popped up on the search. It was a live stream from 2k22NewsChan.
'Christmas is coming, are you ready for the holiday?'
No, this is not the news I wanted to watch.
I levered up the corner of my lip. As I watched the news talking about holiday bullshit. While there's some kind of creatures lurking and hovering around this city.
'Breaking news,'
Yes!
'The stock market has plummeted by 2% today..."
What the fuck is going on?
I did not continue to watch the complete bullshit the news was blubbering; hastily shutting it down without hesitation.
Haven't they seen the red creatures here in Hallburg? Seriously?
I sprung up from the chair and trudged to the corner of the room—a few meters away from my computer. Along with my colleague's computer that was in row 3—row 5 is the last.
I think I completely forgot to mention that I work as a virtual assistant at that time.
There—on the left corner—stood a water dispenser, a valuable resource indeed. Beside it, a table was piled with paper sheets, and next to that, the restroom door. On the right corner, a shelf overflowed with books.
I gently pushed the water dispenser close to row 5 and subsequently pulled the table also, for me to have enough space.
And detached my watch from my wrist, putting it down at the table.
I expanded my chest, air entering my nostrils, my biceps were pumped up from pushing off the table.
Great!
I jumped up, landing on my non-dominant left foot, slipped into a boxing stance, and threw a sharp right jab, followed by a left hook, then another.
Shit, I'm going to die.
Each strike honed my breath, sharper with every move as seconds passed by.
"57."
"58."
"59."
"60..."