1 1. Alone

It was early morning when John, 20 years old, witness what will be known in the future by the great upheaval.

John was alone in his parent's house while watching the news; it's been two years since each month a hundred million peoples disappear without living a trace, the world was in chaos, mother evaporated in front of there children, sister in front of there brother, after that, uprising happens every day, fear became anger, and anger became violence.

In the city where he was living, there no more authority; it's anarchy.

"Ah, I need to work now" with a sigh, he takes his machete from the table and goes to the window.

Five men armed with kitchen knives, mace, and axes. An angry face on there faces

' So happy to not be in America, at least they don't gang up on me with guns' while thinking about unimportant's things, my gaze turns cold.

"Where is my brother, Carl ! " he shot.

"You know the rules; you take mine, I take yours," Carl responds.

"He dies a dog death."

"You're lying! My brother is not the type to be killed by trash like you!" John scream

"Enough talking, come! " he continues.

He descended the stair leading to the living room.

He could hear the shoot at the exterior.

"Smash it, quickly; we will kill that bastard!!!"

He could hear the blow of the axes again the door.

'When I was little, which is to say, one or two years ago.'

'I liked imagining what the character on the show thought before dying.

And how I would want to die.'

'The romance of a man, let's say, I Schubert with music.'

Let's started Schubert serenade.

'This violin, aah, let's all hear Schubert.'

He could see them by the hole in the door.

He was prepared.

The boiling of the pot of oil on the gas accompanied the violin.

The glove on his hand, it would be wrong if they were stained.

The machete, this feeling, this thrill.

Bang, the door was smashed open.

"Chopped him" ha, Carl true to yourself.

The first one charged John with a knife.

This idiot is aimed was too short.

The machete fall, one life was taken.

"One down, next."

A standstill, shocked invade the room.

"Don't stand like this; he kills our family members! You will let him be?!!

We are four, and he is one; encircle him, you idiot!!"

John ran, they followed, shocked disappear and only rage

remained.

"Catch him!"

John starts throwing everything he can at them, flower pot, mugs, glasses.

"Arg! Bastard!" said the man who takes the glass in the face.

Until he arrived at the pot of oil.

The three-man with Carl in tow stopped in their track.

"Don't do this, don't -"

He smirked, the pot in his hand.

'Humph so heavy.'

John launched himself against his assailants and tossed it.

The oil flew, some drop fell on his forearm.

'It burned, ah I want to cry.'

He smirked

"Aaargh!!!"

The three roll on the ground, whining like children.

He met the eyes of Carl, this tall man of six feet, five inches.

.....

'Crazy'

In front stood a man with dry blood on his shirt.

An average man in height, brown hair, green eyes.

However, one peculiar thing, when he killed, there was a taint of madness in his eyes, a joyful madness.

In only six months, the little piece of shit became this.

Carl witnessed four of his friend falling into this state in an instant.

He smiled; the violin rang in the house while he was killing them.

Carl approached slowly, climbed over the others that have faint because of the pain.

The mace in his hands. He swung, his opponent crawled under the table to reappear on the other side.

The table broke in two; Carl continues to swing, again and again; the kitchen was a wreck. However, John, this little shit was slippery.

Then John ran to one of three men on the ground, machete in hand.

Carl saw red, he chased him, and before he could reap the life of his friends, he tackled him to the ground, the machete leaves the hand of John, Carl hit him, again and again, he battered him then began to choke him when---.

'Aargh'

....

Incredulity flash through his eyes, a knives plant in the throat, blood drip on my hand, and my face.

" You should have let cough! cough! .... the three trash die."

John's throat burned, the corps of Carl fell on the side with a thud.

John stayed still on the ground, the eyes in the vague.

'Brother, where are you.'

John gets up the stumble until the three-person unconscious then reaps their life.

He slit their throat, then hacks their neck with the machete until it snaps.

The gory sight could make throw up any grow up man.

Then he slowly marches outdoor.

There you could see a multitude of wooden stacks all around the house.

He takes each head and sticks in the stack along some hit with the machete's handle to make them hold.

This was the house of horror in this unruly zone.

All around, you could see head to rot on the pole.

John went in and immediately came out with a megaphone.

"All of you who want what I have, see what happens when you try me."

"You are all invited to try; there are still empty spots on my stack."

'It's not enough if it continues, I will not pass the week, fear subdued with time and hungriness.'

As anarchy falls upon the city, supplies stop coming, then all reasonable people left and only bastard, poor, or people who wait for their loved one to return rested.

And John in the middle of that, one of those with the most food and who was not part of a group.

'They think they can take it from me without a fight; they are daydreaming.'

This day was the 1st November at fourteen o clock another batch will disappear.

'I want to be taken; I don't trust Carl; my brother disappeared the day before the 1st October when he goes to see Carl if he is not dead in there, then he must be where everyone else is, no matter where it's is.'

'He is alive.'

'My brother must be alive.'

The cold gaze of John wavered a little at this moment.