The Multiverse Device

There comes a point in ones life when you feel as if the world has given given up on you. As if you have died and someone else has taken your place, and no one even noticed. But then again, it's hard for anyone too notice...when they're all dead. All save a few.

And in those few, I reside. In my dark and gloomy rooftop hideout. You see, it's hard too find a nice place in the apocalypse. Maybe I should explain. Two years ago, a team of insane German scientists thought they had found the cure for cancer. When tested on the subjects, they found otherwise. After two days of intense suffering, the patients would die, simply fade from exsistance. One moment, everything is fine, the next, they're dead. Or so they thought. Much too the scientists suprise, the patients were found awake after a few hours of death. As you may have guessed, the scientists were curious and soon after they were infected.

Then, as most zombie apocalypse stories, the infection spread and 3/4 of the worlds population died or turned. Many stores were raided and burned. The military only caused more problems. People would try and raid the military platoons that would come through cities. It became so bad, the ground units were recalled from the cities, and they simply napalmed the city. Wen the military left, everyone went by themselves. And that's how I got here.

My hideout consists of three tents, all for me. One contains my food, water, medical supplies, weapons and ammo. Another for sleeping, and the last for when nature calls. I had destroyed the door too the roof, and destroyed the stairs leading up too the door, no one was getting in. I used a ladder on the side of the building to get down too the streets, although I rarely go there. The city had been abandoned by everyone soon after the military left. They haven't bombed here yet, so that's a good sign that no ones coming back.

I sat up grunting, and made my way too the weapons tent. I opened the flap and stepped in, grinning. It always cheered me up too see my awesome fire power. You see, the military never even left, they were overrun. When they were all being swarmed by the zombies, I grabbed all that I could.

My arsenal contained two M16A4's, one M60, equipped with two box magazines, 1 M4, along with 7 magazines, and a EOTECH sight. Moving too the smaller fire arms. I had obtained two Sig Suar p226 pistols when fighhting a group of bandits in the local Home Depot. My las weapon was my favorite of all, a M1911, along with a few mags of ammo. I had the sumo stored in my old school duffle bag, and thrown in the corner of the tent. I always keep the guns loaded, just in case.

Sometimes I would take pot shots at zombies below me, just too keep up on my accuracy. I should say, I had acquired a tactical vest years prior to the fallout, never seeing a use for it. But oh boy, was it my savior now. Holding up too tens mags of ammo, two grenades, and a holder for a knife, it was my best friend. On my hip I had a pistol holster, where my M1911 sat, ready for use. On my right hamstring, sat another knife holster, currently empty due to my lack of melee weapons.

I walked out of the tent, and took a huge breath of air, savoring the foul smell. I sighed, this was the life. I was afraid too admit it, but this was actually what I hade hoped for. I had stayed up late at night, and fantasied about how awesome I would be during a zombie apocalypse. Needless to say I was wrong too some extent. But hey, I was still alive.

It was getting late, for the sun was dipping below the edge of the horizon. I double checked the perimeter of my hideout. Ladder retracted, check, door jammed, check, weapons loaded, check. I strode over too my orange sleeping tent. I opened the flap and ducked inside, zipping the flap and moving a metal case in front of the door. Take no chances, that's what one of my rules was. Maybe I will tell you them all one day. I sighed and fell into my cot. Another day of boring over watch. Tomorrow was going to be different. Tomorrow was supplies day. The best and works day of the week. I would go to find more supplies to load my tents with, whether it be from abandoned stores, dead bodies, or bandit hideouts, I would get what I needed.

I closed my eyes, and entered the realm of dreams...

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I awoke from my slumber, relived I had not been gutted in my sleep. I knew I had a dream, but failed too recall any details. I made my way too my weapons tent, and grabbed an M4 and three magazines of ammo. I also grabbed the EOTECH sight, and attached it too the top rail. Hopefully I would get too use it, it was always fun seeing a zombie, or person, go down in a spray of red mist.

Once I hade everything I needed, I shimmied my way down the ladder, and cautiously made my way down the ally. I hadn't seen any living and/or living dead I over a week. In some ways, that was great, but it was also kind of depressing. It just showed how alone I was.

The day went as usual, I had filled my duffle bag too the brim with food and medical supplies. I had only found one magazine of ammo, but it looked like something for an AK, and not for my guns. I never encountered anything besides stray cats and raccoons, which in turn, seemed to be having a field day. I clumsily walked out of the 7-11 I was in, tripped on a beam, and fell on my face.

CRASH

Oh shit...

You see, zombies can't really see for shit, so they go by noise. Luckily not smell either.

I crouched low, bringing my rifle to my shoulder. I waited. 10 seconds, 20, 30. After a few minutes, I decided it was safe too head out. My hideout was only two or three miles away, give or take. Keeping on the edge, I made my way down the deserted streets. Trash floated around with the wind, almost looked like a scene from a movie. But again, my whole life seemed like a movie, for some sick minded weirdo above.

I walked for about twenty minutes before I stopped dead in my tracks. I hear a faint roaring sound, I hadn't heard that since....oh god no, oh please no! I bit my lip and ran into a abandoned office building. I peered out the window, and what I saw confirmed my fears. On the horizon I could make out two blobs in the sky. 'Oh shit, please be helicopters, please be heli- those aren't helicopters...' I couldn't prevent what was about too happen, these were jets, and they were going to bomb the city. There was no sugar coating it. All I could hope for was that it wasn't napalm and that they missed the building on which I resided. I closed my eyes tightly, as the roaring grew closer.

I heard two clicks, one after the other. And then...

BOOM!

The world rocked violently around me, that was a close one. I waited for the second explosion but one never came. Weird, maybe a dud, but military bombs don't dud. Not from what I've seen. I shrugged, not my problem, I thought. Oh how I was wrong on that one! I walked outside and my stomach quenched. I smelt fire, and it was close. 'DAMN Military dropping fire on my shit' I said mentally, 'Or I hope it didn't get my stuff'. I turned the corner, and my heart skipped a beat. I looked up too my skyscraper. I say mine because I basically owned that shit, probably the city too. My pupils went too the size of grapes, then they shrunk. The skyscraper had flames roaring from windows of the first five stories.

I sank too my knees, "No way...no..way" all of the hard work, everything I fought for, was gone. I couldn't bring myself too watch the build collapse. I heard a deafening screech of metal, and several loud crashes. I glanced up, it was gone. The skyscraper collapsed inward on itself, sending rubble just a few feet away from me. I sank down again. I sat there for what seems like hours. I finally came back too my sense when I heard a loud moan.

"Oh now you come, eh?" I smirked a bit. I turned to my right and saw three zombies heading my way. Piece of cake. I brought up my rifle to the hollow on my shoulder, and lined up the sights with the zombies.

BANG

BANG

BANG

All three zombies crumbled to their knees, in a haze of blood and brain matter. I walked near them and put a knife through each of their necks, just making sure. I sighed, my hands now covered with dark crimson blood. I stood up, and made my way back too the intersection of I don't and Give a Fuck. I felt on the verge of tears when I looked back too the now burning building. Kind of funny, I thought. The building was the fire department headquarters of my state, New York. I looked down too my tac vest and my duffle bag. I still had something, and I was going too make something of it. I decided the old apartment building was a good place too set up shop.

I sat up, gritting my teeth. I felt so out of energy, after what had happened. My head spinner with emotions. Sad, confused, angry, hunger, terrified. I didn't know what too think. 'I'll figure something out when I get there' I thought. I walked for awhile, not caring about what was around me. I was about too turn the last corner I needed to turn when I heard what I thought were voices.

"Ha, no fucking way" I whispered. I peered around the corner and sure enough, two men were crouching over a metal canister, around four feet in length. They were saying something, but I couldn't make it out. The first man, six foot and sported a long redneck beard, was saying something too the other man. He couldn't have been more than 14 he thought. Sad, but props too him for making it this far. The older man stood up and talked too the boy straight on. The man had what looked like a AK, but I couldn't be sure. The boy only had a pistol, but I could tell what kind. I crouched low, and made my way behind a car, nearly twenty feet away from the pair. I crept only the car and rolled behind a hot dog vender's cart. Now ten feet away.

I peered over the cart, and saw the man still speaking with the boy. I decided now was my chance. I got up and aimed my rifle at the pair, and yelled, "HEY".

The man turned around and both of their eyes went wide with fear.

"But down the guns," I ordered.

They obliged easily and set the guns down. I edged my way over too them, still training my sights on them.

"Kick them over here, if you would" I said.

They kicked their weapons, with perfect precision, landing on each side of my feet. The old man sighed a sigh of defeat and the boy just stood their, scared out of his mind.

"What brings you two here? In the middle of a street, of a zombie infested city?" I asked, wondering how they weren't dead.

The old man spoke up, "W-we live a mile or so from here, and we saw the napalm rain down from the sky. We saw two jets and only heard one explosion. We were just curious, please don't kill us," The man pleaded. "We were low on supplies and we figured all of the Zombies would be dead".

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, this seemed off. That's when I noticed the mans arm moving slowly behind his back. I clicked off the safety just as the man pulled a Peacekeeper revolver on me.

BANG

The boy looked in shock as his father's throat exploded as a bullet passed through it. The man crumbled to his knees and fell on his face. The boy gritted his teeth in anger, and dove for his fathers gun.

CHINK

Aw shit. Perfect moment for a jam. 'I should've cleaned this son of a bitch earlier. I cursed and dove behind the hot dog cart, just as the boy fired a round. It ricocheted off the cart and slammed into the windshield of the car I hid behind earlier. I cursed silently and pulled out my P266. This kid had a good shot, no way was I going to just pop up like a lunatic and take my chances. After all, no taking chances. I looked around and found a piece of cracked pavement. Perfect, I thought too myself. I peered through a hole in the cart. The boy was moving closer, and still had the pistol drawn. I got a firm, but steady grip on the rock and I tossed it far too my left. Just as had hoped, the rock hit with a loud thud, and the boy spun towards the sound. At that moment I popped up and put a round through his head. The boy swayed before collapsing too the ground.

I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank Celestia" I said out loud. Yes, brony I was. Which did explain the Luna hoodie I was wearing. After two years, I never did forget that show. But the memories were blurred, and I couldn't remember much.  I pulled myself together, it wasnt everyday you murdered two innocent men, trying too survive. Whatever.

I glanced back too the canister imbedded in the street. I shrugged, and made your way over too it. When I reached it, I jumped back in suprise. Inside was an dark blue ball, with light coming from the center.

"What the fuck!?" I thought out loud.

I cautiously picked up the ball. It was about 6 inches around and about the same in height. For something that looked so alien, it was surprisingly light, only about 2-3 pounds. I turned it over, and on the bottom there were five buttons, each labeled with a letter. A, B, C, D, and E. I looked around nervously, and slid my hand back too the front. I stood back up, and resumed my walk too the apartment building. That's when I noticed a note in the canister out of the corner of my eye.

I picked it up, my eyes devouring the text.

For when all hope is lost. For when the day comes, for when there is no hope. For when all is lost. For you. The Multiverse Device..

And with that, my hand slipped on the orb and slammed into the letter E. Fearfully, I dropped the ball to the ground and backed up. The orb started shaking violently, and then it exploded, engulfing me in a blinding white light. I felt drowsy and dropped to my knees. I felt light headed, then I slowly slipped away from consciousness.

My last thought was, 'The Multiverse Device....?'