KAPOW!

Bam, bam, pow! Slams down and SPLAT! The blood splatters everywhere. Upon my face, upon my pants, all of it, all of it, all over me.

My teeth glimmer in the sunset and I push the soulless body out the window. I jump out after it. We're on the first floor, so don't worry. I push through the bushes and emerge a victorious man!

I beat them! I beat four men in under four minutes! I throw my knife under their car and I run. I run straight down the street, with blood covering me. The skies went gray and I felt it oncoming.

It was starting. It was starting and mission truly began.

The skies were already gray. It's fucking Winter, of course they're goddamn gray. No I meant like, they changed. You can't see it though. I can. It's fun to watch and see and look at it. All these waves fluttering through the sky, lost and aimless.

But I could see the worst of it. I could feel the worst of it. Something horrible happened. Something bad. Well, for humanity. Not for me. In my case, good. Very good.

It was February 27th and I was in southern California but I could feel the Exordium begin, even from a thousand miles away. The best part was, it hadn't even really begun yet.

It was around 8 when it truly, truly began. Humanity had finally committed the great fuckup.

It's been three days since the Exordium ocurred and nothing's been the same since.