It was just another day for Bob sitting on his couch listening to music and reading books.
He was reading some of the newer books when he heard screaming coming from the primary school behind his house so he ignored it, but it never stopped like it usually does.
He immediatly turned up his music volume till he could only hear the music and sighed, he was wasting his life.
He thought about how he could be climbing mountains and getting a partner to share his life with, but he was lazy.
Thinking about how he was considered quite handsome and smart in the past he once agian sighed, if only he could get everything without working for it.
In the past he got almost everything without having to work for it, if there was a question asked of him he had the answer to it immediately and without having to think about it, if he wanted a girlfriend he could get it and if he wanted an item he would eventually get it.
But that led to lazyness that seeped into his bones.
And now he was here having almost lost everything and trying to muster up the willpower to start fixing his life.
boom~
Bob was immediately brought out out his thoughts by a loud explosion sound and the almost immediate loss of power in his house.
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
He jumped off his couch and checked to see where the explosion came from and he stated hearing screams again and a couple car alarms in the neighborhood going of so he rushed to the window and saw someone dead with the upper half of his/her body was gone and bite marks all over him/her.
He immediately closed the blinds and locked his doors, then he got a blanket and wrapped it around himself and curled up onto his couch then thought about what he just saw.
A dead person shit why did it has to be nearby his house let alone infront of it?!
He laid on his couch listening to the screams and car horns that seemed to disappear when he laid his eyes on the dead body.
His illusions of safety were shattered when he heard a window braking from downstairs, so he ran to get all of his sharp knifes.
Having armed himself with several kitchen knives he walked to the stairs and shouted.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!
But that only seemed to anger whoever was there because he heard running and then someone popped out from around the corner and screamed.
HEL-
But they were cut off by a kitchen knife to the eye and died immediately.
Then another person came from around the corner and ran up the stairs towards him but this one had purple skin and was bleeding from several places.
Bob immediately threw a knife at this one too but it missed unlike the lucky shot he had earlier and the person reached the top of the stairs and lunged at himand tackled him to the gound.
The person (who he just identified as a male) then proceeded to rip off large chunks of flesh, muscles and tendons from his neck and Bob lost consiousness and died.
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chapter 001... my story is still pending and i cant create a new chapter :(
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