*Beep* *beep* *beep*
The alarm resounded around the small room, reaching the ears of a young man. The young man lazily raised an arm and slammed it down onto a small digital clock, with a loud crack the digital clock ceased to make the annoying sound.
With a loud moan the young man threw off the sheets covering him and rolled off his small single bed, landing with a thud on the wooden floor.
"Fuck, I think I just pulled a muscle"
The young man slowly pushed himself off the floor and started doing some simple stretches, then he massaged his sore back and headed for his shower.
He turned the handle for heat as far as it could go and started undressing, he looked at himself in the mirror before he got in the shower though.
He was roughly 5'9 feet tall, had dark black hair that reached his shoulders and covered his eyes. He wasn't fat but he wasn't ripped either, somewhere in between with no defined muscle. He brushed his hair out of his face, revealing his dark green eyes.
Despite having no defined muscle, he still tried to take a pose and show off his non-existent muscle.
"Hot damn, Jack Dark you are one sexy muthafucka!"
He was somewhat narcissistic.
After admiring himself in his small bathroom mirror he climbed into his shower.
"Aurgh, so cold! Quality dorms my ass"
He just gritted his teeth and washed himself, he always thought of himself as someone who would never back down from a challenge, as if he would let a cold shower hold him back.
"Well, I guess it was refreshing at least."
The young man called Jack put on a fresh high school uniform and brushed his teeth, then he packed his bag with some certain necessities for school.
An iPhone five, some sweets, school books and some other things a typical 16 year old would bring to school.
But as he was just about to pack the last thing he might need, an impossibly loud voice echoed in his mind and throughout the school, maybe even the world.
"PUNY HUMANS, I am God, the almighty one, the all powerful, the creator, the original g-man, the womanising badass!"
The young mans eyes widened as he listened and thought 'did I hear that last one correctly?'
"I've been looking over you guinea pigs since like, the beginning of time. And you guys used to be the bees knees, like every two minutes you'd be starting a bloody war and millions would slaughter and fight for survival!"
"But recently you've gotten this whole peace idea going, and that pisses me off. It's like your watching a movie and halfway through it your favourite character dies and your all like 'why am I even still watching this?'"
Jack was beginning to think this God had a few screws loose.
"So I've decided to make things fun again, in a few seconds I will start the apocalypse. There will be all sorts of terrifying monsters running around trying to devour you, there are ways for you to get stronger but I'll leave that to you to find out."
Jack was certain this god was 100% insane.
"Well without further ado, good luck. You'll need it."
Jack waited a few minutes for the mysterious voice to start yammering again, but it didn't.
"Hehe, well that must have been a really expensive and elaborate prank."
Jack turned back to his bag and resumed packing, but he was interrupted with an ear piercing scream.
He ran to his dorm window which gave him a full view of the girls dorms and the high school, and he saw something rather grisly.
4 high schoolers were holding down another guy and appeared to be tickling him.
"Wait a second, no self respecting guy would tickle each other in broad daylight!"
He squinted and tried to look harder, and he saw a large amount of blood pool out from beneath the boy. Jack didn't think that tickling could do that.
Then one of the four boys tore off the other boys arm and bit a chunk out of it, by now his screams and long since ceased.
Jack watched as the four boys got off the boy who had been torn apart and shamble away, then the 'dead' boy got up and shambled away too.
Jack was not a stupid boy, he had seen enough horror movies to know what was going on.
"They're zombies, well shit."
Jack pulled away from the window, luckily he was on the top floor so nothing could get in through that way. But several screams and shouts started popping up around the high school, some were rather close to jacks room.
"Oooooh fuck, I forgot to close my door last night!"
Jack rushed out of his room and into his living room, then manoeuvring around around the table and chairs he ran for his slightly ajar door.
When he reached it Jack threw himself at the door. slammed it shut and clumsily locked the door and slumped down against it. Breathing heavily.
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"Aauuuurrhgh.... grrrrrr"
Jack slowly raised his head in absolute terror, standing there in the door way to his roommates room was non other than his roommate.
Except his roommates eyes were completely white and his skin was unnaturally pale, he twitched and then let loose a deafening roar, sprinting straight for Jack.
Jack sprung to his feet and he remembered something he once saw in a movie, because he was so utterly terrified he lost his attachment to reality for a moment.
He raised his leg and put his hands and back against the door, then he brutally kicked the zombie in the chest. While at the same time using his hands to push himself off the door, giving himself that extra push.
"THIS, IS, SOUTHERN GRAMMAR HIGH SCHOOOOOOL"
Faced with this kick, the zombie was launched backwards and actually off the floor. Flying backwards for roughly a metre and a half, landing heavily on its back.
Jack wasted no time and rushed the down zombie, on his way he grabbed a large paperweight off the table.
Jack jumped onto the zombie and brought the paperweight smashing down onto the enraged zombies face, blood sprayed over jacks semi-new uniform as he continuously brought the cheap metal paper weight clobbering down on the zombies head.
The zombie managed to bring up and arm and viciously bring a clawed hand tearing across jacks face before the it went limp.
Jack gave it a few more good whacks before he stopped and rolled off the corpse that would now stay dead. But a thought rushed into jacks mind which caused him a great deal of fear.
In some horror movies zombies could turn you just by scratching you, Jack hurriedly jumped up and searched around for the medical kits that were kept in every dorm room.
While he was frantically searching Jack didn't see the almost invisible ball of light that emerged from the zombies body and entered jacks.
But what he did notice was a notice that seemed to appear in his mind.
The first of many:
For being the first person to attack and kill a monster by yourself you have been awarded
+2 strength
+1 agility
+1 stamina
Jack just shook his head and continued to search for the medical kit, he finally found it beneath the sink. He took it out and rushed over to the bathroom mirror.
The zombie managed to scratch three bloody lines across jacks face, running from just above his left eyebrow and down just right of his lip.
"Fuck this hurts like a bitch, guess I'm lucky he didn't get my eye."
Jack slowly breathed in and out, preparing himself for a world of hurt. Then he carefully covered his eyes and splashed his face with anti-bacterial liquid.
"AAAUUUUURGH!"
Despite his best efforts Jack still let out a bloodcurdling scream, the pain was just too overwhelming
After this Jack carefully wiped his eye lids free of the anti-bacterial liquids, then he took a sticky thin anti-bacterial pad and stuck it over his left eye to stop blood from reaching his eyes. Next he put some on some bandages, then Jack took some deep breaths and started wrapping up his face.
This time he managed to only let out some agonised moans, after this he grabbed some dry black waterproof bandages and wrapped up his face again, covering up everything except his eyes.
He looked into the mirror again to see if he missed any spots.
"Shit, I look like a ninja."
Jack grabbed his back pack and emptied out anything he wouldn't need, leaving in the sweets and phone. He used the extra space to put the med kit in along with some extra food.
Jack silently thanked his father in heaven for all the lessons in survival he gave Jack, and the small bit of basic combat training.
"I can't stay here, the doors and walls are flimsy and offer almost no protection, I need to move out."
*Thud..... Thud...... Thud*
"GRRROOAAAAR!"
Jack turned to the door in surprise, it seemed his agonised screams earlier attracted some uninvited guests.
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