Hi, my name is Cain.

I guess now I should say something stupid and cheesy like 'and this is my story'.

Or if I wanted to be egotistical 'this is my legend'.

But I won't, because this isn't a story. Or I guess, for you it would be.

But for me, for me it's a lifeline. Amongst all this insanity, I'm writing in my diary. I mean journal. Diary sounds too pansy for this.

So I'll write down my entire life during the Fall, My hopes are that this will stop me from going insane. Unless I'm already insane.

Do insane people know that their insane? That sounds like something an insane person would say.

Well I'm not talking to any inanimate objects yet, right diary?

Whatever, enough of this crap.

Im Cain, and this is my diary-journal.

Chapter 1 : Deeper than rock bottom

I sat in my usual spot of the classroom, right in the back corner. I know I looked like a loner, but I was fine with that.

Probably because I was one.

I stared at the rest of my classmates, chatting and flirting with each other. Like normal teenagers.

I wouldn't say I wasn't jealous of them, talking to one another like it was easy. For people like me, talking to others is harder than brain surgery.

Of course, there were a few others loners strewn about the class. People often ask why we didn't just band together to form a little loner group.

But then we wouldn't be loners anymore, would we?

I rested my head on my desk, covering the exposed side part of my face with my arms. The sound in the room was almost deafening.

Sixty something kids all trying to talk over one another, the sound just kept on climbing.

Dear god, the classes here in China are huge! Back in Australia it'd be rare to find a class over the size of thirty.

But I guess that's China for you.

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I slept through the rest of the school day, pretty much what I every day.

Sadly my mum and dad were forcing me to walk home, I think it was because they didn't want to drive through the traffic.

Though I wouldn't blame them, have you ever seen Chinese traffic?

I trudged along a crowded street, making my way over to a little alleyway that led to a small tunnel. This was my shortcut through the streets.

I don't know why the tunnel was put there, but it looks shady as shit and claustrophobic people would probably have a stroke in the thing. So it was almost always empty.

I entered the tunnel and kept my eyes to the floor as I walked, it was a habit that I'd always had, eyes are apparently the windows to the soul, well my windows are closed.

Little did I know that that was my first mistake in a symphony of fuck ups.

I was roughly halfway through the tunnel when I heard a loud groaning to my immediate side. Using my less than stellar reflexes I spun around, only to see a hideous monstrosity of the likes I'd never seen before.

It's skin was loose and bloodied, barely covered by some form of clothing, I think it was a tunic. It's eyes, rotted and decaying stared into nothingness.

I didn't even have time to scream as the thing lunged at me, it used its height advantage to tackle me to the ground.

I was too scared to scream, limbs felt like wood as they stood as the lone barriers between me and it.

But it seemed I needed to workout more as it used a clawed hand to force itself on me, then opening its desiccated mouth, it bit down and tore a chunk from my shoulder.

By this time, I had started screaming. I floundered around as the thing snapped at me, letting out an inhuman shriek that made me scream even louder.

By chance I grabbed the pen in my breast pocket, using my good arm I tried to stab the thing in the face.

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For once, my luck held out though, the pen pierced through its eye socket and into the mushy brain behind. Black blood squirted out onto my face, dirtying my mouth and getting in my eyes.

The thing immediately slumped down, I pushed the dead weight off me and scrambled away.

I heaved and started crying as my back hit the wall, the tears just gushed out. I spat the blood in my mouth out and wiped my eyes.

But my relief was short lived, as a little blue box suddenly filled my blurry vision, by this point I was already having a breakdown and couldn't even, so I just read the stupid thing.

Congratulations!

You are the first person to witness the rapture

You are the first person to be affected by the rapture

You are the first person to kill a monster of the rapture

(That's all the rewards ya know!)

I just stared at the small hovering screen, no words could describe how I felt at that moment. But the another one of the stupid things showed up sadly.

Rewards:

Race change - Undead

Ability (unique) - Evolve

Title gained - Primordial Of The Rapture

I ignored the screens now, my focus was now on my arm, which was rapidly being soaked in blood. I was beginning to feel faint.

Was.... Was this the end?

Welcome to the Rapture!

Congrats mortals, your lives are now pretty much over, Unless you can survive this.

This is a test for you puny existences.

Good luck.

My vision is going blurry, I'm feeling..... Faint.

Why wouldn't the screens leave me alone.

Alone.....

I don't want to be alone.

I don't want to die.

I, I'm not ready for this.

My, my family.

I must

See them.

I must, see them.

I MUST SEE THEM!

Where, where am I?

Something smells like iron, something tastes like iron?

Why do my hands feel wet?

I looked around me.

Oh how I wish I hadn't.

"AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!"

An inhuman scream left my mouth, my family.

My loving caring mother, I always thought she was too strict, but I knew it was because she loved me, cared for me beyond what words could describe.

My father, so stoic yet loving. He would do anything for me, there was no limit to his love for me. It was a fatherly love that most don't realise exist.

They were.....

Were in pieces around me.

On the floor.

On the walls.

On my.... Hands.

In my......

Mouth.