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COUNTDOWN TO THE APOCALYPSE

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"What if the end of the world wasn't a blast—but a whisper?" In 72 hours, Earth will fall—devastated by storms so unnatural they don’t just destroy matter… they rewrite time, memory, and death itself. Eric, a forgotten young man broken by life, becomes the unlikeliest of keys to humanity’s last unraveling. When a mysterious “System” awakens in his mind during a silent global anomaly, he gains access to forbidden memories, shifting skills, and ghostlike visions from timelines that never were. But Eric is not alone. Whispers speak his name in the snow. Entities trapped in weather patterns hunt him across shattered cities. And each hour brings a new event—more deadly, more impossible than the last. Now, with each passing hour counting down to extinction, Eric must survive, evolve, and uncover a truth that stretches beyond time, life, and even the gods. Because the storm isn’t just coming. It remembers him. — “A genre-bending, apocalyptic epic blending science fiction, myth, and horror—perfect for fans of Station Eleven, The Silent Sea, and The Maze Runner."
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Chapter 1 - THE SILENCE BEFORE

It was precisely 72 hours before the end of the world. But

nobody knew this; neither the rich folks like Devon, nor the poor nobodies like

Eric.

Eric Tendo found himself in a dreamlike state, observing

with unease the strange atmosphere. He felt like something was awfully wrong

but he couldn't tell what it was.

On this particular day everything seemed to spell doom. The

wind carried a sharp chill, though it was supposed to be summer. Grey clouds

sagged overhead like bloated corpses, refusing to rain. The air smelled of

rusted metal mixed with something sour.

Had something decayed around him? Eric wondered, then

shrugged. He couldn't tell anymore. Neither did he care. As with other days, on

this day he felt like his world had ended years ago. He lived in despair.

 All around him people

walked with hunched shoulders and eyes glued to their screens, oblivious to the

subtle wrongness creeping into the atmosphere.

 

Eric Tendo hunched over a mop in the back alley of NovaMart,

scrubbing vomit from the concrete while passers-by gagged or jeered. His shirt

was torn under the arms, his sneakers eaten away by grime, and he hadn't eaten

in twenty-four hours. Again. A child tossed a crumpled chip bag at him and

laughed. The mother didn't even blink.

 

"Trash cleans trash," a familiar voice sneered.

 

Eric didn't look up. It was Devon, the shift manager. The

guy hated him. Everyone did.

 

"Don't forget to scrub under the bin, hero," Devon spat the

last word like acid. "You missed a spot yesterday."

 

Eric didn't respond. He never did. What would be the point?

 

He was a nobody; abandoned by family, ridiculed at school,

and fired from jobs for things he didn't do. Rumours stuck to him like a

disease. At twenty-two, he merely existed, not lived. Nobody spared him even a

glance. But something else was watching.

 

Eric returned to his rundown room. He threw himself, sitting

onto his bed, which was just a mattress on the floor in a forgotten tenement

block. He yearned for something to eat after a long day. He only had stale

bread. He sighed.

Eric had barely settled when something unreal happened. It

no longer felt like a dream. Everything about it seemed more than reality.

The world was literally shaking. It came as a subtle

vibration passing through the ground. It grew so unnerving that dogs howled and

lights flickered. The air tasted like blood.

 

Then came the voice, very strange and almost mechanical.

 

"[SYSTEM INITIALIZATION COMPLETE.]"

"[Eric Tendo identified. Synchronizing consciousness...

Please remain still.]"

 

Eric dropped the plastic bag of stale bread he was holding,

and froze.

 

"What the—who's there?" His voice trembled. No answer came

from the hallway. He rose and went to take a look outside on the hallway, but

there was no one either. No one had followed him.

Then the same voice jolted him once again.

 "[Welcome, Host. You

have been selected as one of the Chosen for the Era of Reckoning.]"

"[Time Remaining Until Global Collapse: 72 Hours.]"

"Global Collapse?" Eric tensed. His mind started running

wild. "Is the apocalypse here?"

Eric was perturbed. A very vivid screen had opened right in

his field of view. His pulse raced as he saw words floating before him. He

blinked hard, trying to shake the hallucination, but the words burned in his

vision; etched into his brain.

"Floating text!" he wondered, "Impossible!"

But the words kept appearing, cold and unrelenting.

 

 "[Initializing Unique

System: The Catalyst.]"

"[Primary Directive: Survive. Adapt. Ascend.]"

 

"Is this a joke?" he whispered. "Is this some kind of

messed-up dream?" he unconsciously asked.

The words typed themselves in response.

 

"[Negative. This is reality. Would you like to begin

the Tutorial? Y/N]"

He realized just then that he had actually received a

system. He would love to know more about it.

Eric staggered back, heart pounding. The lightbulb above him

buzzed violently before bursting, showering glass in every direction. A neighbour

screamed two doors down. Sirens howled outside.

 

He hit Y—not on a keyboard, but in his mind. He did so just

instinctively. And the system replied.

 

"[Tutorial Initiated.]"

"[You are now bound to the Catalyst System. All actions will

be recorded. All consequences are real.]"

 

A second later the screen changed to a new look, followed by

a ding sound popping.

 

"[QUEST UNLOCKED: THE AWAKENING]"

"The world as you know it is ending. Chaos will descend.

Humanity will fracture. You have 72 hours to prepare before the Reckoning

begins."

Only seventy two hours? What could a person possibly do to

avert disaster or prepare for the indescribable chaos so mentioned.

"What am I to do in preparation before this Reckoning?" he

asked the system. It replied instantly.

"OBJECTIVE: Gain 1 Ability. Find Shelter. Trust No One."

 

Eric's eyes widened as a status panel slid into view:

Name: Eric Tendo

Level: 0

Health: 100/100

Mental Stability: 72%

Abilities: None

Inventory: None

Reputation: -33 (Loathed)

Alignment: Unknown

Fate Rating: NULL

 

This too, shifted, and a new set of writings appeared.

"[New Trait Unlocked: Forgotten One]"

"You were overlooked, abused and ignored. But the shadows remember.

Your suffering has awakened the eyes beneath the veil."

"Passive Effect: +50% Resistance to Psychological Attacks"

"Hidden Effect: ??? Unknown."

 

Eric clutched his chest as pain tore through his body. It

felt like his bones were being carved from the inside out. He collapsed.

 

Then the vision came. He saw cities burning, oceans boiling,

people melting in beams of ultraviolet fire, and lightning that danced

sideways. He saw shadows crawling out of mirrors. More shocking he saw the moon…

bleeding!

Then a colossal voice echoed across the sky:

"It begins."

 

Eric jolted awake, gasping for air. All this had been a

dream, or so he thought.

Slowly, he rose up and checked the window. The moon outside

was full. But it was… flickering, just like a faulty light.

Meanwhile...Thousands of miles away, in a secret underground

facility buried deep beneath Antarctica, a row of twelve stasis chambers

cracked open. Cryogenic mist billowed out. Scientists screamed and alarms

blared.

Then majestically, a tall, silver-skinned humanoid with

empty eyes stepped onto the floor.

 

"Subject Zero… is awake," he thundered.

 

Back in Eric's room, his mind now fully awake, he realized

he was not dreaming at all. Before he could handle his emotions, a sudden alarm

rang in his mind as the system pinged.

 

"[Warning: Anomalous Entity Detected in Vicinity.]"

"[Threat Level: ???] Unknown."

"[Initiating Emergency Tutorial: How to Hide From

Predators.]"

 

 

"What is this Entity?" Eric wondered, alarmed. He turned

slowly toward the hallway.

 

Sure enough, something had followed him home, and it wasn't

human.