Born By Power Chaos And Apocalypse

Standing at the very top of a building was a man who was clothed in rags, with hair and beard looking unkempt. As the wind blew against him dusty particles blew along with it.

He stood high up, gazing down at the street below. Body parts, corpses, debris from buildings, and mindless zombies were all littered around.

His eyes dimmed as he watched the zombies move around aimlessly, making various noises.

His eyes caught a friend of his that was turned into a zombie and immediately, tears rolled down his cheek.

"How did it all come down to this?"

"How did I, Ash Heartfield, manage to become the sole survivor of humanity? The last man standing, in this accursed world," he wailed.

"My parents, my little brother, even my friends... I had to watch all of them die, one after the other,"

"Even those foster parents of mine that later turned out to be the murderers of my parents, they died too,"

"Although they deserved their deaths for the way they treated me," he wiped his tears off his sleeves before continuing. "But... I had to watch them all die in front of me,"

"How cruel was this world?!" He shouted out into the open sky, drawing the attention of the zombies.

As he closed his eyes, he took several steps forward and leaned on the edge of the roof of an abandoned building.

Directly beneath him were debris and iron rods, all from a once dazzling building.

He had given up hope and wanted to end his life out of loneliness and frustration. He took a glance at the sky one more time before leaping off into his death.

"I don't think I've ever seen the sky shine with so much hope before," he said as a smile craved its way onto his face while he fell freely.

"Well, it's all the same anyway," he closed his eyes seconds before his body made contact with the ground.

**Blackout**

The eyes of a boy flew open in shock as if he was waking up from a nightmare.

The black pupil and teal-colored iris moved about the range of his eye socket before he closed them and took several deep breaths.

He soon got up from where he was laying and gripped the left side of his face as he let out a grunt.

"Arrrgghhh... Mehn, that hurts,"

He brought his palm to the front of his face after several seconds and stared at it cluelessly.

The slight pain he felt in his head seconds ago started wearing off.

He blinked his eyes with a confused expression hoping to feel the pain again and at the same time not feel it.

At this point, he couldn't understand what was going on. As he shook off the thought from his head, he felt himself being weighed down by something.

The weight of his body sunk deep into the mattress he lay on before he realized it.

"Wait... How," he stared at the grey-colored bed he lay on.

"I- re--- member whose bed this is," He stuttered in his words. "This was my bed, but why am I here?" He asked out as if anyone was listening.

The ray of the sun fell on him through the partly opened window by his left as he was lost in thoughts.

His fair skin reflected a bit of it and the color of his eyes could be seen more clearly.

He squinted his eyes a bit as he got out of his bed. The slightly lit room started to brighten up from the sun's rays.

"W- who is this?" He questioned as he saw someone staring at him.