Revelations 6:7

This is a short story based in a Universe of my creation (although many other pieces of fiction and creators have inspired it), the series may continue with an official storyline should this do well and receive reviews that encourage me to keep it going.

Rindol Morton, an average height male who lives with his single mother as a low-class citizen. He was born and raised in England but possesses Scottish and Icelandic Heritage.

It's the 20th of December, his Birthday! He doesn't really make too much of a deal out of his birthday, despite his mother's enthusiasm, he's content despite the little things he has. His skinny physique comes from a, to put it simply, less than the average amount of protein in his diet. His plates are scarce but his personality shines through with a smile on his face despite his constant hunger.

It had just hit 9:30 pm, he and his mother heard a large crashing noise; thinking it was just the neighbour dropping something they ignored it, but then it persisted until it becomes abundantly clear that something was happening, his mother looked out the window, but the night hid that which was occurring. Rindol stood up in worry, but as he did the window was smashed in.

The shock of it all caused him to become light-headed, his vision became blurry and a wave of disorientation came over him; his heart was still racing but he was beginning to recover, in his vision he saw the large beast. It was a strange mix of a horse's body, a scorpion's tail and a gorilla's face, it was stood in front of his mother who had been rendered prone by the sudden entrance, Rindol's vision had fully cleared up as the monster's tail lunged downwards and stabbed into his mother's back, his shock was too immeasurable to let out any sort of noise, his mouth simply agape, he crawled back.

The monster walked forward, not even stopping to eat his mother, the creature was hunting for sport; not out of hunger, it jumped forward and reached it's tail out but it stopped around 10 centimetres in front of his face, the creature looked indiscriminately at Rindol then turned and left. It was as if it was called back after finishing its task.

A holographic screen appeared in front of the now glass pierced Rindol, through his heavy breathing and trauma he focused on it's words.

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[Congratulations, you have survived the First Night of the Apocalypse.]

-Placing Host in comatose whilst the Wastelands are formed.-

-Entering Hibernation in-

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-Hibernation Initiated-

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Just as the screen had stated, Rindol had fallen unconscious within that dining room.