The Deep, The Ocean

Chapter 1 - Beginning

The beginning. There's something so beautiful and magical about a new beginning, isn't there? Something so serene about seeing a sunrise on a new day or the first look at your new house as it comes into view. This story starts with a new beginning just like that. 

Auzakl sat at his table eating a peanute butter and jelly sandwich' with the crust cut off because it made him sick. He also had a glass of milk with it. He sat thinking about the day ahead of him. Heh ad a grande dance soon and didn't know what to wear and his date wouldn't text him back to play the game. With a salty tear running down he cheek, he looked at his phone on g,ame and nothing happened. 

Suddenly there was a knock at the rectangular door. The long side was vertical. 

He stood up with his legs and slowly walked in tune with Tchaikovsky - Piano Concerto 1 - B Flat Minor and opened the door. Outside stood a tall figure that was holding a gift labeled "to Auzakl."

"A gift? For me?" Auzakl said.

"I don't know, I was just told to bring it here," the slender man. He was a peculiar looking fellow, standing at a staggering six plus or minus a few feet tall. The man was in a dark red, striped suit with an obvious hole where the Polo logo once sat. 

"Ok." Auzakl.

Auzakl walked into his living room which was located right next to the door. Nearby was the kitchen where he made all of his food. He also had a bedroom where he slept. 

And, a bathroom.

Auzakl put the box down, wondering what was inside, but none of that mattered now. Snapping back to reality, he heard the bullets whizzing past his head. Looking to his side, he could see an old mother wielding her beloved crying baby, telling it that all would be alright in the end and begging every known deity to protect herself and her youngling. He thought for a moment about the woman. Where was her husband? Was he, perhaps, a casualty of the onslaught? What were this woman's hopes and dreams? What would, someday, become of the child? These thoughts did not last long, as both were blown to bits by a rain of artillery hellfire. The sky was a lake of ash, and Auzakl could feel his eyes tearing up as the crispy air that had overcome all that he knew made fresh oxygen a distant, happy memory. Standing up for only a moment, he looked toward the chaos before him. Auzakl could see the beasts charging with a lust for blood, leaving no building standing or innocent alive. Pulling out his gun, he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. A hailstorm erupted from his firearm, as every beast was one that should die. Nothing lasts forever, though, and Auzakl found himself out in the open with his comrades' corpses lining the barricade to either side. 

"Come here!" an 18+ year old girl said.

"Ok" say Auzakl as he walked to her on the side of a building.

They hid for a little bit but Auzakl got bored and said "what's ur name"

"I love you"!?!??!?!?