S1-C1
The Explosion (And Aftermath)
500 BC/BTE
Somewhere in New York (USA)
“There it is!”
“What?”
“Look at it!”
“Look at what?”
“The first airplane!”
` “Oh god, it’s crashing..”
“OH NO! RUN!”
-nervous chatter-
“OH SHI-”
Explosion.
Meanwhile, somewhere in (???) (Main Character’s Perspective)
-people chattering in the distance-
Person 1: “Hey, guys?”
Person 2: “Yeah? What’s up?”
Person 1: “Why is it getting progressively lighter in our atmosphere every second?”
Person 2: “I don’t know, you tell me.”
Person 3: “Tell me my ass, it’s a nuclear bomb!”
Person 1“What’s a bomb?”
Person 2: “What…?”
Person 1: “What. Is. A. Bomb.”
Person 3: “Oh my god.. A bomb is-”
-rumble-
Person 1: “Tell me...”
Person 1 and 2: “What is a bomb.”
Person 3: “A bomb is a device that uses a nuclear reaction to create an explo-”
The ground separates beneath me, and as we’re falling to an endless abyss and my life is literally flashing in front of my eyes, something catches us. An unbounded platform that is somehow immune to physics. Something so strange, I don’t even understand what is happening. And I have a pretty high IQ (besides being fourteen), but for the most part I think I’m stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive. Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ ali-
Rumble.
Day 1 ATE
As I witnessed four people fall to the bottomless abyss below, I realized how serious the matter is. At least my- wait.
“Who is my father again? At least I remember my name. James I think?” I ask, assuming I’m right.
“Your name is John.”
Andrew Hunter
“Right… Who is this guy?’”
“Alright, smart-ass,” I reply. “Who even gave you that knowledge, anyway?
“The n—naked guy,” Andrew responded. God, what’s up with that guy? Wait…
“Which naked guy?” I announce, since because of the explosion some people’s clothes got burnt to smithereens.
Besides that, he’s so… strange. I don’t even recognize his face. Well, to be fair, I don’t recognize anyone’s face here. I don’t- recognize my face… I mean. What way is there to see my face here anyway? And speaking of recognition…
“Who’s my father and mother again?” I ask, confused- Still.
“Your mother… she…” Andrew said, sighing.
“She…?” I ask, slowly worrying.
Wooooosh!
Flames are being spread out in every direction. As I think another disaster is happening, I see something worse– A man on fire. But.. They’re not being burned, are they..?
“WHO STOLE MY PANTS?!”
Hawkins Finley
“Wow. How is he- oh my god. Does he actually have powers?! This guy is hella resistible. Or… do we have powers from the after-effect of the explosion? Oh well, I’m still gonna try to beat up his ass. Wait.. Can I…”
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As dumb as it sounds, I attempt to fly, and… I… fell. As soon as I tried again, however, the platform beneath us began to separate into seven pieces. Seven Islands in the air. It’s like a fantasy type thing. This is all happening in the present, by the way. Although I feel like everything that is happening… My thoughts and feelings and descriptions for other people are just being written down and being read by a person somewhere random like it was just a dream, or a figment of their imagination. Regardless, the islands get separated very, very far away from each other, almost like it was strategically placed there. It was… A sight. I look at my surroundings. There were few of us, although I couldn’t find the Andrew guy. I’m kind of happy about that, however. Then, out of nowhere, a tree forms and someone gets launched up in the air since they were standing in that area.
“I got you, I got you.”
Jackal Ryers (formerly known as Jack)
“Ah, I remember now… This… This is my dad. A kind, generous person. I mean, I like calling him Papa.”
Well, my dad has a knack for being intelligent, so he shouldn’t-
Rumble.
A… stone hand appears from the ground and catches the man instead of my dad. Maybe God had his back?
“Oh, thank god that an innocent man didn’t just die like that. We only have six people on this one island, so we really need to stay diligent,” Papa said with a serious but hopeful tone.
“Okay,” I said, rolling my eyes. It isn’t that serious for me, so do you really need that type of introduction? This isn't the Hunger Games. Anyway, time to take a nap. I lay next to the tree, and as the sun goes down, everyone on the island besides me goes to the edge and sits there, watching the beautiful but glooming sunset even though the world has just been destroyed. And as my eyes grow wearier, and weaker, and I’m losing sight…
Day 2 ATE
As I slowly wake up, I jump up thinking I woke up from a coma and not noticing that everyone else on the island was asleep, I yell…
“What year is it?!”
I instantly woke everyone up, and almost killed them (since they were still on the edge of the island), and so they were… quite mad.
“Hey; What’s the big idea?” a guy yells.
I casually ignore him, but as I look at the island next to me…
Drop.
It’s… a package. Cool… I guess…
“What’s inside?” I yell across to the others as I point at the package.
“It’s… a pointy thingy that has a container inside it..?”
Nichole Cruse
“A hottie for sure. 11/10. I am almost developing… feelings for her. Not yet. Not yet… I’m only fourteen, besides, so my chances are low. She’s seventeen, but who’s counting? Not like I’m… stalking her… I mean, it wouldn’t matter since the world already kinda blew up, so we could be considered the last people on earth. But I still like her. Not like her, but I still like her. She’s cool. And funny. Pretty, pretty… funny…”
“Let… let me see.”
“Are you crazy?!” she responds. “Do you seriously think that I have the balls to throw this to you without it falling into the endless vortex of doom?”
“It’s not a vortex, it’s an abyss, dumbass, that's one, and second of all, you don't have balls, so the answer to the question is no.”
“Does it look like I give a crap?! Ugh, listen, the answer is… no.”
“Oh wow. All that for a no. You could’ve just said that. You don’t have to be all ‘extra extra’ about it. It’s not like I have the time for bullcrap like this. Let me see it if you want to know what it is, unless you really want to have an argument.”
Nichole just rolls her eyes, and throws it as far as she can. The tension builds. I feel like time is going so slow, I can feel the wind hitting my thigh. And as it gets closer, and closer…
“OH CRAP!” I yell as I miss the grab. I try again, and again, and again, but then…
“Got it… woah, woah, WOAH!”
I… am now falling. Freefalling. Into an endless abyss. And I… am screwed.
Project: Revival
Nichole Cruse’s Perspective
I think I messed up pretty badly, but to be fair, it was his fault, so I shouldn’t take the blame. But as dumb as it sounds, I jump down to help him. I try to stay calm as I am now freefalling endlessly, but as I go into a diving position and am approximately going down at 1000 miles per hour as if my clothes are about to catch on fire, I rub my eyes. I see him. I’m trying to stick out my hand, hoping he would know what to do, but it seems hopeless. I guess he’s the dumbass in this situation. But then I realized something. He’s falling so fast, the only way he could stick his hand out is if he just let his body take over. So I yell…
“Close your eyes and play dead.”
“What?!” He responded. “Are you telling me to give up?!”
“Yes- no, Kind of.” I say calmly, ensuring him I know what I’m doing.
“Okay,” he snaps, “But if I somehow get hurt or injured in any way, it’s your ass.”
“Whatever, but just please listen to me.”
As he slowly closes his eyes and falls into the subconsciousness of being in heaven, I take a deep breath, and grab his hand, and then I realize now we’re both stuck here. Now I'm the dumbass again. I thought of many ways to get out of this situation, and then recalled that one man that was on fire. Did I get powers too? I’d pray to god, stick out my hand, and-
Woooosh!
Project: Revival… Success
Back to Main Character’s Perspective
Thump.
I slowly open my eyes, and I see a girl in front of me. Or, on top of me.
“Off!” I yell, blushing a bit.
“Oh f__k off,” Nichole (I’m just gonna call her ‘Nich’ from now on) says as she brushes the dirt off of her clothing and skin. “I saved your life, after all.”
“Oh please,” I respond. “I could’ve found a way to do it myself. Besides, I’m now on your island, so it would be nice if you could get me back to mine? How did I even end up here, anyway?”
“I honestly don’t know,” Nich says, now realizing what just happened.
“Wait… You have…”
“Don’t try to bring up the thought,” Nich says, dismissing me.
“Try to do it again. Try to do what you did.”
“Do what?”
“You teleported us. Try to do it again.”
“Hmm. Let me try,” Nich says, confronting her intrusive thoughts with a nice smack to the face. As she basically becomes Doctor Strange, she ‘renews her mind’ and as she makes the motion of pushing cynicism out of the way…
Woooosh!
“Woah,” I casually announce even though there is a literal portal in front of me leading back to my home island. I ignore the fact that Nich looks like she just saw a ghost and I walk through, little knowing she'd walk through with me with the… gift from God that she got. So now I’m about to go take a nap, but then I see an explosion on one of the islands before me…