(A/N: Just to let you guys know, the rest of this story is in 3rd person, so not to make any confusion.)

'Ugh... It's so cold... Where... Am I?' Damian thought as he slowly regained his consciousness. He opened his dark purple eyes with slight hesitation, expecting to awaken on the ground at school or even in the nurses office. That idea, however, was stopped in its tracks as he saw the tube he seemed to be encased within, some form of a capsule. Attempting to move his hand to his aching head, he was only met with a feeling of great fatigue. He looked around and found he was in a hospital. The ugly egg shell white ceiling that hung over the capsule he was in was chipped and had obvious cracks all over it. 'What the hell's going on?' He thought as he tried desperately to push the door of the capsule open, only to be met with an agonizing pain. His head fell back onto the hard surface of the capsule, giving himself time to breath and think. He concentrated as hard as he could and with one swift kick, kicked the capsule door off it's hinges and onto the ground.

He smiled and congratulated himself mentally as he attempted to sit up and get out of the capsule. He breathed in and strained his muscles, falling out of the capsule and onto the cracked marble floor, face first. He groaned in agony and stood up slowly, trying to make sure he could keep his balance before walking around the room. The 1st thing he noticed was that next to the capsule he'd awoken from were 2 chests. The first was a black chest with a silver moon design on it and the second was a white chest with a golden sun. He decided to open the black one first, just in case. When he did, he found all his possessions! His cellphone, the 5 rings, the necklace that the woman gave him and his backpack, but instead of Math and History textbooks inside, he found a .15 caliber pistol and a combat knife as he backed up slightly surprised since he never remembered carrying them. 'How the hell did...' He stored that thought for later and opened the other chest which contained his clothes. He put them on swiftly and then put on his accessories and backpack.

He soon walked out of the room and into the dimly lit hallway, creeped out by the dreary, apocalyptic appearance of it. He looked around and shouted, "Hello? Is anyone here?" The hall echoed back to him and he sighed sadly when nobody answered back. He walked down the hall and found the stairway to the lobby, walking down the cracked steps fairly quick and getting to the main entrance. He looked around and found that just like his room and the hallway, the lobby was dim as well. He looked to the entrance and stepped on the mat, but the door refused to budge. He sighed again, putting his fingers in the small gap in between the doors and pushed them to the sides with ease and stepping out into the sun.

He stepped out into the street and saw that he was in a city... A ruined city. "Oh my god... What happened?" He said worried and afraid. He looked on the ground and saw an old news paper article that was published in 2013... He patted his pockets and found his phone in his pocket. He turned the phone on and looked at the date... October 21st... 2063... "50 years ago?!"He said in surprise, dropping the article and backing away. "What's going on..." He said out loud to himself as he walked down the street and spotted a parking garage with, what looked like, army vehicles! He gasped and ran to it, scared out of his wits at this point and hoping that they could help him or at least update him on what happened. As he got closer,he heard a low pitched growl and looked ahead, seeing 3 dobermans at the entrance, growling and barking at him. He got his knife out of his bag slowly, knowing full well he never used one except when it was partnered with a fork. He moved slow, so not to aggravate the creatures any further and ran towards the dogs and the garage behind them.

The dogs ran at him and tried biting him, going after him one at a time. He spun and ducked down, stabbing the first one in the neck, watching the dog bleed and fall limp onto the ground. "Oh my god! I just killed a dog!" He said firghtened, the fear in his voice evident as the dogs charged at him and tried biting him again. He turned around fast enough to spot the dog about to bite him as he jumped and stabbed the second dog in the skull, watching it die quickly as the 3rd jumped at him and bit his arm, digging its sharp canines into it. He whined, trying his hardest to ignore the pain and grabbed the dogs mouth, unhinging it, grabbing both the bottom and top of its jaw and snapped it with a sickening crack. He dropped the dog onto the cracked, broken street and held up his hands to his mouth as he ran a few feet away the carnage he caused, falling to his knees vomiting and crying. When he finally finished, he walked to the parking garage, blood dripping out of his arm. He looked around and saw multiple barracks, but no soldiers, and no indication of life, besides the dogs he'd previously killed. He walked to one of the barracks and attempted opening the door, but to no avail, it was locked.

He groaned and pulled the pistol from it's place in his bag and attatched the silencer, shooting the lock and opening the door which led to a room of corpses. He wrenched from the stench, but swallowed it, since he was sick already. He looked around the bunker that reeked of blood and rotten flesh, hoping to find something of use and finding a key ring with keys to each barrack. He walked out of the room and did a quick salute to the dead soldiers before closing the door. He walked across and opened the door with the key it was designated with and walked in to another room, but this one had ammunition and weaponry of all kinds. He smiled weakly and looked through the weapons. He knew he'd probably run into trouble while in this hellish world, so he took a combat shotgun, a magnum sniper with ACOG lazer sight, 2 executioner pistols, dual dessert Eagles, 4 silencers, a couple of Uzis, and a belt of lcinerary, flashbang, frag, and smoke grenades, 4 of each, and an anti-tank rifle, just because it looked awesome.

Even though he was a military brat, he barely knew how to use of the guns he grabbed, but then he saw a weapon that only his father knew to make... A laser pistol! He knew how his father created the weapon by intensifying a laze pointer until it burned a hole into a 15-inch thick wall of metal. He picked it up swiftly and found it was in perfect condition, ready to use anytime. He was giddy at the thought of firing the gun for the first time and picked up the necessary ammo for each weapon and placed them in his backpack walking out of the barrack, the items weighing him down, and closing the door behind him. He proceeded to the 3rd barrack, opening it the same way as the last and finding medicine and other necessary supplies for healing a wound. He grabbed cleaning alcohol, cotton balls, and gauze, treating his wound as well as he could. When he finished, he bandaged the treated wound and took some asprin that was lying around. He then packed all the meds and first aid kits he could carry, closing the door behind him once again.

He checked the 4th, finding a SWAT uniform and grabbed it, putting it on underneath his normal clothes, just in case he was attacked again. He closed the door and walked to the last barrack, the one at the very center. As he opened the door, his happy mood was instantly crushed as he saw a sight he never in his life wished to witness... It was his parents... Dead on the cold, cracked floor...

Author's Note

This is the 2nd chapter, and I hope everyone enjoyed it. (((_^