"The World is ending! Save your families! Leave The city Before it's too Late! Stock up on supplies, Ammo, Canned Food, Water, Medicine." Shouting on the sidewalk on the streets of Atlanta, I handed out flyers with bolded words saying that the apocalypse is coming, with detailed instructions on how not to die, alongside a hand drawn map with a red dot, and a small drawing of a stick figure pointing towards it, with a little note saying Safe.
"Hey man your scaring my kids." A middle aged white man grabbed onto my shoulder, with an internal sigh this was a common occurrence everyday for the past month, parents grandparents single mothers and fathers guardians, they didn't know what's was going to happen, in there eyes I was just some sick bastard rambling, but I wasn't soon the world was going to end and I was the only one that knew it.
I think, forget the small details anyways I'm trying to save lives here! In good conscious before the world turns into shit, can't have that crap weighing my mind as it is hell it's already stressed enough, since I've woke up a month ago in a dumpster in a different body belonging to a fictional character with all there memories and guilts and traumas, flooding my head before not long after, finding out I was in the walking dead series how well you can thank Rick grimes for stumbling upon me as he pulled me out the dumpster, since then I forced my big boy pants up and committed a series of necessary felonies for the greater good, evading police easily thanks to the skills of this body I now inhabit, Thanks Jason Todd because of you a lot of people are going to live hopefully fingers crossed, please..
Looking the man in his eyes, he flinched taking his hand off my shoulder, i said.
"What's your name."
"U-h Ralph."grabbing a flyer out of the black backpack that slung over my shoulder I pressed it against his chest.
"When the world ends, I'm not the ones your kids are going to be scared off, stock up on supplies, gather your family friends whoever you love, and get the hell out of Atlanta and go as far away as you can, somewhere safe isolated so your kids can live to grow old." The man didn't say anything, suprised shocked at my seriousness I don't know but he's been warned whatever happens is out of my hands.
"Hold on to that flyer, if you don't believe me you will soon enough." Letting go of the flyer I pressed to his chest, I turned away before shouting the same words I've grown used to.
"The World is ending! Save your families! Leave The city Before it's too Late! Stock up on supplies, Ammo, Canned Food, Water, Medicine."
Behind me the man stared at my back, as a gush of wind blew the flyer away out of reflex or something more he grabbed it before it could fly away further from him, and stuffed in his pocket.
After a long days work of screaming my lungs out to people who could care less, and running from cops who say I'm disturbing the peace, I was snacking on a Twinkie sitting on stairs watching a familier pizza deliver race through the streets on a bike, the amount of time I've seen him through the city was honestly surprising, everywhere I went he was there delivering pizzas and that's saying a lot, i even managed to tape a flyer in his bike a couple days ago.
Weither he read it or trashed it who knows, munching on my Twinkie I scrolled through YouTube and to my videos I posted online, barely over a thousand views with mostly dislikes and comments talking shit about me, I have posted a total of ten videos warning about the apocalypse, showing how to use a weapon, how to survive by yourself and etc.
Still I felt like it wasn't enough, sighing loudly I layed down on the stairs, contemplating until a notification hit my phone, rising it up I saw a like and a comment from a person with the username of maverick.
'These simple minded people don't have the brain cells to understanding the importance of your content, keep doing what your doing for the sake of humanity god speed brother.'
Reading their comment, I stopped myself from cringing, as I closed YouTube.
"Thanks I guess bro."
closing my eyes a rugged screen appeared in my mind.
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Name- Jason Michaels
Age- 20
Race- human
Card Equipped- Red Hood
Random selection- Locked
Reputation- 25
Days lived- 30
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It took me the first day to figure this out when I was about to sleep, this appeared when I closed my eyes some sort of status screen, that showed hardly anything, no tutorial on how it worked it was up to me to figure it out, and I did it was pretty simple the most important one card equipped which had red hood perma-locked for now, until I think I get another card which most likely comes from random selection that is locked aswell, how to unlock that one I don't have a clue.
While reputation reflects on the things I do, the rest is what it states my name, age and days I lived since I got here
That about somes it up, pretty shitty if you ask me, opening my eyes I watch the sun go down, throwing my Twinkie wrapper to the ground I was suddenly hit with a face full of broom.
"Get! Get out of here! Honey get the water bottle!"spoke an old man hitting me with a broom standing up, the old man continued his attacks as I left.
"And don't come back! You Bum!"shaking my head people these day, can't a man catch a break walking down the side walk I spotted a bus station as I headed for it, it was time to go home.