Apocalypse of Chaos
Prologue – The Monologue of a Low Life
“So, as you’ve probably read from the synopsis… Wait what?” I heard my voice echo out in the infinite darkness of my mind’s monologue.
Ahem, back to the topic, welcome to ‘Apocalypse of Chaos,’ my own novel, I’m just so giddy to be tortured by an angst-filled author with too much time on their hands! Hah, what am I even doing?
‘Doing these monologues and breaking character really is fun…’ I thought to myself. The humming of the A/C blasting my room with bone-chilling air, the smell of dirty laundry and rotting food, and the sight of flames roaring up into the sky, a completely normal scene.
Feeling my skin freeze, I pulled my jacket closer, enjoying its warmth. Normally, I would never use the air conditioning as to save money, but today is a special day. My eyes wandered from the window featuring the outside world like a movie as I moved to my laptop and opened it.
Without any help from my family for financial aid, I’ve gotten used to being frugal and never spending money unless I have to, including food, electricity and water, the three essentials of life. I’ve always lived in the dark, surrounded by unwashed laundry being beaten to death by heat.
Using the dirty keyboard, I typed in my password and lead myself to the internet, the home of news and porn. My friends never bothered to question my eccentrics whenever they visit my apartment. Perhaps they live the same way, or they just feel too much pity for me to even bother scolding my sore self. Obviously, that all changed one day.
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Inside of the browser, I looked at many news sites, all of them full of panic and blood. ‘Monsters killing civilians’, ‘Fire burning down the White House’, or ‘Kim K*rda**ian Nu…’ I’ll… leave that one alone. As you can see, both from the chaos outside my window and the media coverage it’s gotten, the world’s gone to hell. All because of my stupid wish.
I blame my friend and boss, totally not my fault.
Zombies roam the streets as if we were in a b-list movie, depraved people go around committing crimes, and weird fantasy creatures causing havoc, the usual apocalyptic design. And I repeat, it’s definitely not my fault.
It’s not like a really hot goddess appeared out of nowhere and granted my wish. I wish I was in denial, because it really wasn’t, it was just a literal mass of light speaking to me…
Oh well, not like it matters, this problem doesn’t pertain to me in any way.
Closing the laptop, I flopped over onto my bed and wrapped myself in the warm and excruciatingly dirty blankets. Ignoring the smell, I let drowsiness take over my mind. It’s probably all just a dream… A cruel and demented nightmare brought about by my stress and trauma.
Once I wake up, it’ll all be over, that growling and smashing that keeps coming from my window will be gone when I wake up.
“Grraaaahhh”
Just… let the dream world take me…
Don’t let it distr- “GGRRAAAAHHH” act… me…
“I swear to God, I’m KILLING that mass of light when I wake up!”