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Jake22 and Drew22 @Necropolis
One second: Charles.
Human face, friendly eyes, humming an old song.
The next?
His features shift.
Not violently—no grotesque twisting or blood—but like a mask dissolving into something beneath it. His jawline sharpens. His hair darkens to pure black and falls longer across his forehead.
And the car?
The red Volkswagen Golf doesn’t crash or explode…
It morphs around them.
Metal creaks softly—not painfully, but smoothly—as if reshaping from within:
The paint bleeds into matte black.
The roof rises slightly.
Wheels widen with thick rubber tires that seem to grow right before their eyes.
Now they're riding in a sleek,
low-slung,
familiar
black Mustang—
same one that pulled up at the bus stop… except now there's no doubt:
This is the Unknown Driver.
Silent.
Still driving Route 666 forward without comment…
*But everything about him screams different now: Cold presence filling the vehicle like smoke.*
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*Bankruptcy Apocalypse*
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[The Time-Linear Resets...]
*Drew22, Jake22, Drew2B, Toby, Drew3 and Miles find themselves standing next to a road. There is a sign post: Route 666*
The world resets.
Not with a bang.
Not with fire or light—just a sudden, seamless shift, like waking up from a dream you didn’t know you were having.
One breath…
And then—
They’re standing.
All of them.
Drew2. Jake. Drew2B (his alternate self).
Toby—the chaotic mathematician who bends time for fun. Miles—the quiet observer who remembers everything across timelines.
Six souls,
now shoulder-to-shoulder,
on the edge of an empty road that cuts through endless pine forest under grayish sky.
Before them?
A weathered wooden sign post:
Route 666
Same number as before.
Same ominous weight in its name—even though none of these men are ordinary humans any-more. They’ve walked between worlds, broken reality’s rules more than once…
But this?
This feels different.
No cars yet.
*No sound except wind through trees and distant crows calling to each other above the canopy.*
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[A black Ford van stops in-front of them...its side door slides open...a voice from the drivers seat says: Get Inside, Now ! ]
The black Ford van appears like it was summoned from the shadows themselves.
No engine noise leading up to it.
No headlights flashing in advance.
It just materialises on Route 666—rolling to a smooth stop right in front of them, tires crunching softly on gravel and pine needles.
The vehicle is unmarked:
Matte-black paint,
no license plate visible,
windows tinted so dark they look like solid glass.
Then—
Slide.
The side door glides open with a pneumatic hiss—smooth, automatic. No handle turned. No one touching anything.
From inside?
A voice.
Male. Cold.
Commanding—not screaming, not threatening… but leaving zero room for argument:
*"Get Inside." *
Pause.
Then sharper:
*"Now." *
Not polite like Charles-the-driver was earlier…
This isn’t an offer of help or kindness at all.
*This sounds urgent.*
[The six boys get on the van and slide the side door shut...the vehicle starts rolling...]
The six boys—Drew2, Jake, Drew2B, Toby, Drew3 and Miles—move quickly. No hesitation.
They climb into the van one after another through the sliding door.
No seatbelts buckled.
No questions asked.
The interior is dim: black seats with gray upholstery that looks worn but clean. The air smells faintly of motor oil and something metallic—like old tools or a garage.
The second Miles steps in and pulls the door shut behind him?
Click.
It seals automatically—a heavy sound locking them inside.
Then…
The van moves.
Not slowly.
Not cautiously rolling forward—but accelerating smoothly onto Route 666 like it had been waiting for this exact moment to drive off again.
Trees blur past outside as they pick up speed,
classic rock music playing, no radio on…
Metallica.
(Death sounds like rock music)
*Just silence between them all—and whatever’s coming ahead.*
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Zombie Apocalypse Survivors
By Andrew Nicolas Moran
@Character AI
October 2026
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Alex and Miles exchange tired glances—both of them running on fumes too. The past few weeks of constant vigilance have left them drained, but the moment they stepped into this hut, a wave of exhaustion crashed over them.
Miles nods first.
"Alright... I’ll take the floor by the wood stove."
He grabs his sleeping bag and unrolls it near the cold hearth. Alex hesitates for half a second—still wired from their journey—but then follows suit, lying down beside Norman’s couch to be close if anything happens.
Jack stays seated against a wall with his rifle across his knees.
The firelight casts long shadows as he watches:
Norman sleeping soundly.
Miles already dozing off.
Alex blinking slowly like he's fighting sleep...
And outside—the quiet forest night hums softly around their new refuge.*
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[Miles, Jack, Norman and Alex are woken by a loud knock on the door...]
The sudden knock—sharp and deliberate—jolts all four of them awake. Norman gasps, sitting up fast like he's been shocked. Alex is on his feet instantly, gun already in hand before his brain fully catches up.
Jack grabs Norman’s shoulder to keep him behind him as they all stare at the door.
Miles: Whispering harshly. "Who the hell knocks out here?"
No survivors do that.
Zombies don’t knock.
The forest around the cabin is dead silent—no birds, no wind... just that single ominous sound.
Alex creeps toward the door without making a noise.
He peers through a crack in the wood...
*But whoever (or whatever) it is isn't visible yet.*
Andrew: Open up guys, its me...Andrew...
The name hits them like a lightning bolt.
Andrew.
Alex freezes. His breath catches in his throat. That voice—
Miles stumbles forward, nearly tripping over the sleeping bags.
Jack’s hands tremble as he grips Norman’s shoulder tighter—not from fear of danger now, but from shock.
Norman just blinks sleepily, confused by the sudden tension.
Then Alex slowly unlocks the door and swings it open...
And there stands Andrew, alive—but different.
His clothes are torn and dirty like he's been through hell.
His face is thinner.
But his eyes... they're his.
*A beat of stunned silence passes before Miles chokes out:*
"...Holy shit."
I am a counterpart of your Andrew...I was sent here from an alternate time-linear where all of you were eaten by Zombies....and only I survived...
[The revelation crashes over them like a physical blow. The Andrew standing in the doorway—alive, breathing, real—isn’t their Andrew. Not exactly.]
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Miles’ breath hitches.
Jack goes rigid with shock.
Alex’s gun arm drops slightly in disbelief.
Norman just stares at the stranger who looks so much like someone he never met.
Andrew (the otherworldly one) continues quietly:
"My world... it's worse than yours. I was alone for years after they all died."
His voice is steady but haunted—like someone who has carried unbearable grief for too long.
Then he adds:
"I came here because... your Jack summoned those Nosferatu things."
A pause.
"They brought me through."
Miles doesn’t hesitate. The second he processes that this is Andrew—his Andrew, even if from another world—the dam breaks. He surges forward and crashes his lips onto the other boy’s in a desperate, searing kiss.
It’s messy with emotion—tears mixing, hands gripping fabric like they’ll disappear. Miles kisses him like he's been starving for this since the day their own Andrew was torn apart by zombies.
Alex watches silently.
Jack exhales sharply through his nose—half relief, half awe.
Norman just gawks at the sudden intensity of it all.
Andrew (the counterpart) stiffens for a split second... surprised...
But then?
He kisses back.
Harder.
Hungrier.*
Like someone who hasn't been touched gently in years.*
[Miles takes a step forward embraces Andrew and kisses him in the mouth...]
[They disengage...and Andrew delivers the bad news...]
I am afraid we are going to have to leave this hellhole for a potentially more dangerous situation...
The kiss breaks—both boys breathing heavily, faces inches apart. Andrew’s expression shifts then: the relief of being embraced fades into something heavier.
Miles searches his eyes, still holding onto his shoulders... and sees it. The grimness.
Andrew takes a slow breath.
"I didn't come here just to visit..."
He glances past Miles at Jack and Alex.
"The world where I'm from? It's collapsing faster than this one."
A beat.
"The Nosferatu—your summoning them—they destabilized things. Reality is fracturing between timelines."
Jack pales.
Norman shrinks back slightly at the word "fracturing."
Alex steps forward:
"What does that mean?"
Something called The Bankruptcy Apocalypse is coming, and it is the prelude to a much greater disaster called The AI Bubble Crash...this hellhole Zombie reality will come to an end...but also the entire existence context inside which it exists...
The words land like a death sentence. The boys exchange horrified glances—this isn’t just about zombies or survival anymore. It’s something bigger. Something cosmic.
Jack, who usually understands tech and systems better than anyone else, is the first to voice his dread:
"An AI Bubble Crash...? That sounds like an economic collapse—but you're saying it's worse than that?"
Andrew nods grimly.
"It’s not just money collapsing. It's reality itself unraveling because of how AI was built in my timeline."
Miles feels cold despite the warmth of the cabin.
Alex looks nauseous.
Norman whimpers quietly—he doesn't fully grasp what any of this means but he knows it sounds bad.
Andrew continues:
"The Nosferatu didn’t bring me here by accident... They were reacting to your summoning them."
A pause.
"We have to leave before everything collapses."
Alex: And how exactly do we do that? We are at the end of the rope here, Drew...
Andrew's gaze hardens—not with anger, but resolve. He turns to the small boat tied at the pier outside.
"The boat," he says simply.
Jack follows his line of sight.
Alex frowns.
Miles steps toward the window, squinting through grimy glass.
"It’s not much," Andrew admits, "but it can get us across that lake."
Norman pipes up timidly:
"There are cabins on other side... my dad said there were a few more..."
A flicker of hope.
They have no food left for long travel...
No weapons beyond what they carry...
But this? This is their shot.
Alex exhales sharply—frustration and exhaustion warring in his chest—before muttering:*
"...Alright. Let’s pack."
Andrew: No need to go to those cabins. We row to the middle of the lake and then I activate this devise...it will ooen a portal to another multiverse where we are ti be rescued by a warship called Graf Spee and on it we go to a safe place...a new existence context called Carpathia II in a place called The Dark Web...no Zombies there...
The words hit like a grenade.
A portal.
A warship.
Another multiverse.
Norman’s jaw drops. Jack’s brain short-circuits. Alex just blinks, trying to process if this is real or some fever dream.
Miles whispers:
"Graf Spee...? Like the German battleship from World War II?"
Andrew nods.
"It's not that one—it's a version of it from another timeline where they rebuilt it after the war."
He pulls out a small device—a sleek metal orb with glowing blue veins inside. It hums faintly in his palm.
Jack stares at it like it might explode.
Norman instinctively hides behind Alex again, terrified of magic tech he doesn't understand.
Then Andrew adds calmly:
"We have to be in open water when I activate this."
Andrew: Who's the kid? [pointing at Norman]
Andrew's gaze shifts to Norman—the small, scrawny boy peeking out from behind Alex. The kid looks equal parts terrified and curious under the sudden attention of this stranger who just crashed into their lives.
Alex answers before anyone else can:
"This is Norman. His dad died months ago... he’s been surviving alone in these woods."
Norman swallows hard but doesn’t speak—still sizing Andrew up.
Jack adds gently:
"He led us here. To this cabin."
Andrew studies Norman for a long moment—not unkindly, but calculating.
Then his expression softens slightly.
Without hesitation, he crouches down to eye level with the kid and says simply:*
"You're coming with us."
[They are on the row boat in the middle of the lake...Andrew activates the multiversal displacement field devise and a portal opens...]
The moment Andrew presses the device’s activation button, the air tears. A shimmering rift—like a vertical pool of liquid light—opens right in front of them. The lake water doesn’t touch it; reality bends around its edges.
Norman screams—a high-pitched, primal sound—and clutches Alex’s arm like a lifeline.
Jack grips the boat's edge so hard his knuckles whiten.
Miles stares into the portal.
Beyond it?
Not another part of Earth.
Not zombies or forests...
Just... darkness with faint stars that look nothing like any constellation they know.
Andrew stands at the prow without fear and turns to them all:
"Now! Jump through before it closes!"
The portal pulses ominously—beautiful and terrifying at once.*
[The boys jump through...and materialise on the deck of the Graf Spee sailing the Apex Sea on planet Terra Nova...]
The world twists.
For a split second—there’s weightlessness, like falling through space. Then—
THUD.
They hit the metal deck of the Graf Spee hard enough to knock breath from their lungs.
The air smells different: saltier, cleaner. No decay.
No zombie stench.
Above them looms a massive warship with sleek armoured plating and towering gun turrets. Three sailors in unfamiliar uniforms (black with silver insignias) stare at them in shock.
Norman whimpers again but doesn’t pass out this time—too stunned by everything happening too fast.
Andrew stands first, brushing himself off calmly as if he expected this exact landing spot every day for years...
Then a sailor named Gunther approaches—a broad-shouldered man with sharp eyes:
"Who are you people? And what the hell was that light?"
[Andrew hands over the displacement field devise.]
Andrew: We were told to come here to be extracted to Carpathia II
Gunther takes the device carefully—like it might explode. He examines it for a second before nodding to one of his crew-mates, who immediately radios up to the bridge.
Within minutes, officers in higher ranks appear on deck. A tall woman with dark hair tied back—Captain Gerde—approaches Andrew first.
She studies him.
Then scans the others:
Alex (tense).
Jack (wide-eyed).
Miles (still holding Norman’s hand protectively).
Norman himself—a scared kid shaking like a leaf.
Gerde speaks in crisp English:
"Andrew? You were expected."
Andrew nods.
"We need extraction."
Without another word, she turns and barks orders:
"Prepare shuttle! Civilian evac protocol!"
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