PROTOGEN ( NEW CIVILIZATION)

Part 1--- Normal life ---

November 10, 2033 - Thursday

Two days before the apocalypse

I returned to high school exhausted.

Today was an incredibly difficult day. I barely had enough energy to make it back to my apartment. I live in a small settlement temporarily until I finish high school.

I was different from my friends. I didn't have the same freedom to socialize with others. I was always a serious student, always following the rules, always doing schoolwork, so I never had time to rest.

When I got to my apartment, I took out my keys and unlocked the door. The place was in complete chaos, with books and other items scattered everywhere.

I've always dreamed that once I finish high school, I would make up for all the lost days—having fun, socializing, going out with friends, and everything else.

I dropped my things on the floor and headed to the kitchen to make dinner, but I realized I didn't have any ingredients. So, I decided to order fast food instead.

While waiting for the food to arrive, I started cleaning the apartment. I began with the living room, where I spent most of my time. It took me about ten minutes to tidy it up.

Then I moved on to the kitchen to clean up there as well. While in the kitchen, I noticed a picture of my family hanging on the wall. I'm sure they miss me a lot; I haven't heard from them in a long time. I've always felt lonely, both in my family and in society. I didn't have a best friend to cheer me up. But it's okay; I hope I'll get the chance I deserve one day.

The food I ordered finally arrived. I paid for it, took it to the kitchen, and sat down to eat. After dinner, I decided to take a shower. Once I showered and changed, I went to my bedroom to rest. I lay down on my comfortable bed and picked up a book that was resting on it. I spend my late hours alone, reading famous novels. Every evening, I read for three to four hours. I often stayed up past midnight with a book in my hand. I mostly read romance novels. I was like a lone wolf who enjoyed spending his cursed hours alone, completely alone.

Every time I picked up a romance novel from my shelf, it reminded me of a few things, and I always wondered: Will I spend this boring life all alone, between these four white walls? Will I ever have a romantic experience, fall in love for the first time with a girl my age, and awaken my lonely heart from this solitude? Will I ever have friends with whom I can spend a few hours, like other kids? These are the questions that always come to mind when I read these novels. Every night, I think about the same things. I can't answer these questions; they're too difficult for me. This cursed, lonely life of mine sometimes gets boring, but I've come to terms with it and continue being who I am. I hope that one day, I will experience something new—a new beginning, a new life. But unfortunately, that day may never come because life on this planet just keeps going