WWCCD: Teaser +Ch.1-3+

Chapter One: Welcome To My World
I found It extremely hard to sleep last night, most likely because of my bedding choice, never sleep on rubble. I wriggled around in the dirt trying to get comfortable again, obviously getting nowhere. Slowly I regained consciousness, the sun penetrating my eyelids, warming my pale skin. I probably shouldn't have slept here, considering the world I live in, a tip to myself for later reference no matter how tired you are, never slip into some place to "rest your eyes". I'm not sure what I did last night but all I know was that I must've passed out because I never would've (out of good choice) slept here. Out in the open. Once again I pushed through my thoughts slightly regaining more conciseness, enough to realize. That I in no doubt am gonna be dead if I don't get back "home" soon, and not by the hands of anything evil, well not pure evil anyway. I smirked, twitching to pull myself up, hesitantly, I lifted my lids from my eyes . Not sure if I wanted to see what rats nest I fell asleep in. Still somewhat in a daze, the scent of cool concrete, a city in the morning wafted through my nose. I couldn't help but smile tiredly, the sun continuing to rise. I stumbled from the ruble of a broken building, into an alley and into the street.
Keeping my gaze towards the other end of the intersection I had stumbled into I had become aware of why I had chose to sleep where I did, because right across from where I was standing, a broken down restaurant, front windows shattered, the sign unreadable. I slipped my hands into my pockets and dashed through the window and into the building. The very moment I approached the building I could smell the food rotting. Luckily that produce was not what I was after, I strode over the broken tables, and into the worn down kitchen.. Until I found a large steel bolted door, the latch gritty with rust, but luckily the nipping air was rushing by my hand as I ran it across the hinges of the door. A simple push against the door and it fell easily forward, freezing dry air rushed forward, I couldn't help but notice how careless I was being and no doubt soon enough I would be paying for it. I entered the ice layered room, my arms were freezing as I searched the frozen rubble.
"Shouldn't have cut the sleeves off my sweater" I scolded myself, shivering each time I held cold air in my lungs. Finally I spotted what I had been looking for, I picked up the cold box, shaking it gently to determine the contents. Deciding that it would do. I gave one last cold breath before rummaging my way through the building once more to the broken streets of this once great city. The box was about the size of my upper torso so I guessed it would keep me going for a few days until I had to go out for more, I began heading towards home. The sun was slightly higher in the sky now, still warming my skin, shimmering off the shards of glass littering the streets.  I guess now would be a good a time as ever to explain exactly who I am and what's going on well. First of all my name is Damien...Damien Boudara, I'm fifteen and I live here in New York, or what it formerly was known as.
At this point your probably wondering what has been happening, what has happened. Well its rather a long and confusing story, so I'll do my best to make it all clear. I don't remember much of it, but it was a years ago, I was living a normal life (don't remember what my life was like) but I'm sure that day was no different from any other. Each and every person living day by day: birth, life, death. Everything was in it's natural cycle, until that is they came. It was strange, the first thing that I remembered was the ground began to shake. Not to violently at first. Only every few days or so, then it became more and more frequent, each time getting more violent. Until the earth finally split, deferred, a great chasm opened up splitting the earth almost in two. Finally that's when they appeared. They destroyed everything. Everyone.
I had been walking for an hour or so, the wretched scent of that rotting food still following me. Where I was now, looked like main street. Once again what main street used to be, it has been awhile since I ever really payed attention to all the businesses and lives that used to run their routine down these beating roads. How many days we wasted, how many lives lost, unfortunately I let myself get caught up in my thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder who these people were, why their spirits were lost to the machines, and the most relevant question in my head. A question that has been there ever since I first awoke after the big flash, why did I survive. How was I different then the other six billion who lived on planet earth. Well to be completely honest to you the receiver of my words, five billion, nine hundred, ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine. How are we different than all those other people. Was it some cruel twist of fate? Are we just a pawn in some greater game? Well I'd be at least a bishop or something. Very suddenly, the wind picked up, caught me off guard knocking me from my balance, tripping, stumbling, both leading to me falling. I screamed in pain, I had fell face first into a slurry of broken glass gravel, and some liquid that smelled like a mix between blood and oil.
"Oil?" I questioned invariably "Blood..." I muttered the words seeming of more understanding. A vague sound of a deep rumbling breathing, crowded me, I managed to hop to my feet, face still flowing with the fresh wounds of glass. I knew very easily what was coming, the smell gave it away.  I came to sudden realization, and couldn't help but smack my self on the fore head. Bad idea when your bleeding.
"The smell! The smell of rotting food. Arg. Dammit I should have guessed as much" I scolded myself. I had been so out of it that I completely forgot, about how they smell. Their core rots the very air. The rumbling got louder and was soon overturned by the sound of scraping metal. Definitely couldn't out run it. It was coming fast I had to make a plan, how many are there though? One, two? No just one. I thought to myself, maybe I could survive this. I scanned the walls surrounding me, I spotted something I could use, I placed the box down and made a run for a large metal trawling which had been compressed into a metallic pipe. Wiping the blood from my eyes, I pressed my back up against the nearest wall and waited. It must've been only two minutes or so but it felt like forever until the foot steps halted on the other side of the wall. There was a loud echo of metal clanging, meshing, slightly like a clockwork yet the metals pitch seemed lower. I tried to pause my breathing, holding the pipe in both hands. Sweat and blood dripping from my brow, unable to tell which was obstructing my view, I peaked around the corner. A large metal ... Wolf, damn... a 'mawl' was what their called, easily the size of a large hummer. Pacing back and forth around the box in the middle of main street. Smelling, scanning, trying to pick up my scent. I hid back behind the wall, trying to compose myself, I wasn't afraid. The emotion was more like frustration, it was a feeling of impatience that It would take too long to finish this, a feeling of apathy for myself. I'm not sure if that is even bloody but that's the best way to describe it. It was in an instant but the clanging was literally one maybe two feet away from me, however thick this wall at my back was. I decided to just take a blank shot at it, just swing the pipe on the other side randomly, hopefully id get contact. So without any preparation I lunged to the other side of the wall. Only to have the pipe clang against the wall, the mawl Was gone, vanished, the rumbling gone, the scent gone. Without a trace, I scanned the buildings, maybe it was gone. Hesitantly I walked over to the box, completely thawed from the beasts fowl exhaust. Something crossed my mind, this was probably a trap, The maw is probably hanging from a wall or hiding behind a wall or something. Then as soon as I turn around its gonna be two inches from my face. Hesitantly, just as many of my moves are, I turned, and too my surprise it really was gone. Not hanging from the walls of a building, not directly behind  me. So I toke the opportunity to let the tension in my body rest, get out of defense mode, so to speak. My advice never, ever, do that! An uproarious howl came from directly above me. Gritting teeth, and shifting feet I turned my attention upward, there was a building overhang and the creature was on top of it. Glaring down at me with its single red eye, its barbed fangs meshing, impatient for my flesh. I stood at the ready as it flung itself down at me. Stumbling back at the impact, my grip released, sending my only form of defense, the metal pipe, flying across the street. As per usual, living the way I do I'm going to have to rely on a fluke too get me out of this situation, the maw didn't waist a moment. I couldn't even tear my gaze back to it, before I even knew what had happened, my back was indented into a wall, a rib cracked and the mawl, its pungent odor hanging over me. A small grunt of pain escaped my pursed lips, I slid down from my position from the wall holding my side. Opening my eyes hesitantly from the wince, the mawl was once again approaching me, I could feel the ground tremble and crack at its weight. I couldn't move, anything I did just caused more pain, and I knew as soon as the creature came into contact with me it would sap every last bit of life from me. This was my own  fault, no matter what had happened I shouldn't have taken my attention from the beast. It's cold black metaled face reared, its cycloptic eye staring me down, scanning me, interpreting how much energy it could take from me. It was now that a small amount of fear appeared before me, no not for my life, for the life of another.
"Ag! Dammit" I muttered, my breathing heavy as the pain sharpened and dulled again. The blood spoiled my eyes, making my vision blurry. I couldn't see the mawl right now but no doubt I could hear it, its sneering and snarling, mere inches away from what I could tell. Fatigue began to set the snarling seemed to decimate, I desperately tried to hold my conciseness to some avail. The sudden grind of hinges and rust could only tell me that the mawl was soon to start sapping me. Knowing only what awaited I let myself slip, only to my surprise a large clank sound pushed its way through the others. A second series of hinges and the maw seemed to move away from me, it had a different target. My mind flustered, mostly because of the damage I had caused to my body. What possibly could it be going after, they only feed off humans there was only me. Me and- I shot back into consciousness. Not enough too see, not enough to sit up, but just enough to hear the goings on. The growling, shifting of feet, metal hitting metal. "Cmon , cmon!" I cheered in my thoughts. Then a relieving sound, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the buildings, and finally the sound of the fall of the meck. I relaxed again, and allowed myself to slip into unconsciousness. Before I did I could make out the sound of foot steps getting louder and louder. Then of course.
"Y'know sometimes Damien you can be such an asshole" I wasn't sure if I did but I tried to smirk. That was it before I slipped into a deep sleep. Hopefully I'd survive until tomorrow. So now you vaguely know, I fight to survive, sometimes it doesn't turn out so great but I haven't died yet so someone must be looking out for me. For  myself to live something must die, Welcome to my world

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Chapter 2: A Man Named Cedrick

I had the dream again, the one where I was standing in the center of the street. Which one eludes me, but, the events were always the same. I would always go over the little memories I had left from when the world came crashing down. It started with the ground splitting in two, the rock shattered and spewed hot boulders and of course. The mecks. I don't know how they originated, but I do remember what they are. Vaguely I always saw the many forms of the mecks crawling from the crevice, machines, of pure evil. They rotted the very air, from mawls too zeralians they all only had one goal (as far as im able to tell) to survive. How are the able to do that? By sapping lives from us, organics, any form of flesh was reduced to dust at even a simple touch to the creatures cold metal shell. Of every shape and size the crawled out, the buildings burned, and people were slaughtered. In this dream the only thing I could hear were the peoples shrieks, even though they had no faces. Always blank, always emotionless but I could feel the fear hidden deep inside them. I was never targeted, and in this dream I never seemed to feel any emotions for these people. My clothes always a dull blue, tattered and burned, as I walked down this singular street my eyes only focused at the flame at the end of it. Once I reached it, it flickered and burned a dull blue, the same as my clothes. At that exact same moment would always feel a cold presence. So chilling that the flames would freeze, as did time.  I turned to face the source, and standing fairly far away. A figure stood staring back at me, tall and slender, this man wore a thick and dark trench coat. Deep purple glasses and had but a small tuft of hair atop his head. His pale complection made apparent by the light the still flames continued to give off. This man never said anything, only approached me, continuously walking until he reached an arms length from me. I had no idea who this man was, but the named Cedrick came to mind. These experiences had always been so vivid in my mind I had always assumed that these were the memories of what happened when the mecks appeared. The man named Cedrick held out his hand in what would seem as an offer of friendship smirking his sinister smirk. I couldn't but back away, him being one of the few things I fear. The second I my foot touched back, my throat was collapsed and I was in the air. The man named Cedrick holding me up with his single arm, I didn't squirm or cry out in pain, I simply stared down at him blankly, he looked forward not even acknowledging me. Unfortunately it was at this angle that I could see the man named Cedrick's eyes. No pupil, no iris simply to large red lights, hidden by his glasses.  My breath stopped and my eyes dulled, lips pursed and fist's clenched. It was this point that this became a true nightmare, time started up again but it sped up. The man named Cedrick's smirk turned quickly to a displeased frown, still not giving me a glance I was dropped and the mystery named Cedrick was gone instantly from my life. From my memories, only to be recalled only, and every time I slip into unconsciousness.
This is when I woke up in the city, I wandered, hiding from the mecks, only hoping to survive for the next day. A few weeks past it must've been until I found other survivors, some of them were loud and strong, others were meek and quiet. Some all alone, some still holding their families. We lived, survived, slept, talked with each other never leaving the group. With no memories of my past I uncovered what had happened, and learned how accurate these dreams were. All seemed as if it would be as normal as I could possibly have it (considering some factors).
Until a second great event, it happened one day, a cold day, the breezes carried the scent of the mecks and flesh in the wind. The dream... It had always, will always be the same.
It started with a great explosion coming from one direction. Then a great flash of light, we saw it approaching from the horizon, but within a minute it was upon us, the cement engulfed in this flash was instantly incinerated. As was our flesh, everyone around me died an instant death, but whatever greater force had created such a magnificent power had much worse plans for me. The flash knocked me into the air and across the sky. I fell into a deep sleep, gliding through the air. I awoke in a strange place the buildings still left standing, ruble and glass scattered about. That leaves me where I am now, New York.
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Chapter 3: A family, A Life
I small throbbing in my head is what woke me. My eyes shot open, the pain instantly sharpened. I groaned from the migraine, rubbing my temples, the bandages making it slightly uncomfortable to sit up. I pressed against my bare chest to assess the damages to my ribs, not to my surprise it was completely healed. Since the incident with the explosion I seemed to have a unheard of ability to heal quickly. I found myself in a good enough condition to attempt to stand, with a extent of a yawn I succeeded. Not a big feat but still, its good enough to keep me enthused. Holding myself up loosely against the wall I shambled my way over to the next room. Trying to regain the layout of my home.
"Okay um I was just in the bedroom so, uh " I felt dumbfounded that I had forgot where everything was, how hard did I hit my head?  The cool concrete felt numbing to my feet, never more had I wished that this complex wasn't completely cement. Living inside a fifty room building has it's advantages, if it could be called a building, the entire place is located underground. For safety reasons as you may have guessed. Anyway, I must've been walking for twenty minutes before I finally regained the layout and made my way to the lounge. I creaked the door open, peeking inside. It was clear, letting one held breath out I skimmed across the floor wobbling and aching. Laying down onto the couch holding my arm over my eyes, trying to even my breaths. Laying there, I had time to wonder. Of nothing important mind you, but they were thoughts all the same. I wondered who I was before the incident: what life did I live, what did I leave behind, and what have I forgotten? This loosely danced across my mind, before something distracted me. The light in the room had changed, shifting my arm slightly I looked up at a figure standing above me. Holding it's position in front of the light. I smiled, shifting my arm again to block my sight.
"You're a jerk! You know that right?" the figure muttered scoldingly. I sighed pulling myself up, griping my knees I chuckled and responded.
"As you have told me so many times" I looked up, her face no longer a silhouette. Smiling at the face I had seen so many times before, and yet I never got tired of seeing it. This girl, was Julia Fey. We met each other about two months after the event, well actually she save my life, I hadn't had any food or water for weeks, I was on the brink of death when she pulled me from the grasps of the broken down buildings and nursed me back to health, she taught me how to speak English how to write again. I had forgotten how to communicate with others humans, she had taught me about the world before. As well as her life, her family was one of doctors (which are apparently people who treat the sick) she was expected to do this as well but it was not the path she wanted. She wanted to be a photographer, that I am not sure what it is. We've been looking out for each other ever since.  I stood up abruptly, trying to read her expression. Her dark brown hair shaded her eyes, I winced in pain. Sitting back down again her anger seemed to fade, she sat back down beside me folding her hair back behind her ear. Sighing she muttered.
"Why do you do this to me?" she kept her eyes on the floor. I kept my eyes on hers, so pleading I couldn't help but close my eyes. Leaning back resting my head on the couch. I knew well what she was asking.
" Listen, Jules I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have stayed out, I don't even remember how I ended up where I did!" I let out a breath opening one eye, looking over at her it was easy to see that her rage has returned.
"You're sorry? You're sorry!" she questioned angrily " Do you have any idea how worried I was, I mean, you can be such an idiot sometimes!" she riled. I grimaced opening my eyes and sitting up to face her.
" I didn't ask for your help!" I responded, resisting to wince from the quick movement.
" Well you sure as hell couldn't have handled yourself, if I hadn't come along you'd be dead!" She screamed in her anger, I could see tears forming in her eyes "Then I'd be all alone! Just me and ben! What would we do without you Damien! Did you ever once think of us when you were trying to fight that mawl! Didn't you ever think of running!" she yelled, pausing again before looking away. She tensed up, her voice becoming soft again almost quivering " No, of course not. You never do." I was shocked to say the least.
I stood keeping the pain at bay and left the room. I couldn't handle to see her cry. Suddenly I felt a weight on my back, and tension on my shoulders it was Julia, she was holding onto me crying as she spoke.
" Just please be careful next time" I sighed, putting my arm around her to comfort her.
"I promise" I heard a small yawn from across the corridor, looking up I saw a small infant, no older than six. Rubbing his eye in tiredness. I smiled as did Julia, he smiled too. He ran towards us, Julia released her grip and wiped her eyes. I picked up the boy and rested him in my arms.
"Hey Ben, did we wake you" I said smiling, he simply nodded. I had just realized something, I turned to Julia. "What time is it?" I asked.
She looked slightly puzzled, "I think eight in the morning" Now I was startled.
"You mean I have been out for an entire day!?" Ben jumped in.
"No Damey, four days" He said giggling, all I could do was gape and mentally smack myself.
"I have been unconscious for four days... well this sucks" I muttered, Ben looked at me and smiled sinisterly.
"Nope Damey, more food for us" he said smiling his childish smile. Julia nodded too and said.
"Don't worry Damien I saved you some, but first" she grabbed ben from my arms. "Let's get you some breakfast" Ben just smiled and said
"Thanks mommy!" Hugging her. Ben wasn't actually Julia's kid, she was the only a year older than me. We found him among some rubble last year, crying. He had an imprinting effect, Julia was the first person he saw so he assumed she was his mom. I could tell, that Ben's smile had made Julia feel better, but there was still something wrong. I couldn't tell but it was there. I wasn't hungry so I decided to just head back to my room just to let myself heal because, My legs are in so much pain at the moment. Shuffling my way through this complex I was happy with what I have, but worried about what I might loose. My family, my home.

To Be Continued-