Apocalyptic Rogue ~ Chapter 1

Paranoid from the complexity, I stand motionless peering through the glass window. Watching the world outside crumble as if waking from a vivid, imaginative dream suddenly. There on the 36th floor of my office building I saw every detail of my life before me. Would this be the last breath I take in this unsuspecting world? I can feel the excitement running through me. The energy just flowing wildly out of control as I stand facing my adversary violently hurling itself upon all in it's path.
Angry it seemed in its destructive nature. I braced myself. There was no where to run. Nothing would shield this coming. About two miles away like dominos with no surface, structures fell miles into the earth only to become united with the void in which claimed them each. One by One. This is it. With but seconds left I swim in confusion. Even with my skewed perception, I was not ready to lay down and just give my life to any monster. I care not if it be even a mountain in its odds coming for me personally. No. One last fight. Even to this bottomless, faceless foe.
I was born to fear. Fear I overcame. Smite me. Now just a mile away, satisfaction was still no where in sight for the enemy. Full speed. My adversary pressed on. Destined to devour all. Even the pride of men in its insignificance. I stood firm as the earth now shook with such violence even an earthquake unfathomable would cower to it's chaotic presence. I draw my blade from my side. Lined with brass fittings, decadent enough to die with. Damascus always was my choice. Now my only friend and ally. Here it comes.
Face to face with fate, I drew my blade high above me. Same time. Wait for it. With the might of 1,000,000 men I wailed the marble surface beneath me. I clung to my blade with all I had. Together we go. I could feel the blood dripping from my grip and the blade bonding with me to the bone. The shaking had stopped. Falling we were. And would this falling ever end? Would the beast be so vile as to taunt me with comfort while pulling me to a horrific, abrupt end at the bottom?! 10 minutes now had past as I sat clung to that blade, blood painting the surface below me as it ran down the steels delectable design. I couldn't take it anymore. I released from the blade and lifted my hood to look around.
...Wtf... ... .. .
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This can't be. .. How?
Below me my blade sat pressed firmly into the sand. Not a spec of blood on it. I quickly raised my head to look around. Before me stood nothing but beach as far as the eye could see. What happened? Where was I? How was I alive?!...No buildings. No cars. No rubble?...
Not even a crab to greet my overbeating, excited heart. Surely unrecognizable remains of man's creations lay to rest nearby? Speechless I peer out at the beach, completely lost.
For days I would walk. Not a sign of life in sight. No end to the winding maze of sand. Not one person, animal or insect. Life without life? And not one hunger pain in Days. It was if I was needless.
As the weeks went by I lost hope of life. What happened in that building ran through my head 1000 times a day. Would I ever find my answers? Or might this be death and its deceitful trick? Or, had I cheated the master of trickery. Like all things the pendulum swings. And time if it still exist will bring the answer to all things. Until that time I roam. Filled with the waters of curiosity, and cursed as an Apocalyptic Rogue. I walk. For, death itself hath spit me out and rejected me, imprisoning me from my ancestors until it's fear subsides.

Sinners Theory ~