Suicidal Afterworld

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes and woke up in a bubble. Yes, I woke up in a bubble. A big, big bubble, surrounding my head.. And I can't breathe. But even if I can't, I realized, I don't need to.

I looked around, hoping to find other people who woke up in the same place as well. But I saw different. Much, much different.

I saw a guy floating, cooking breakfast and a girl wearing make-up using a knife as her mirror. I saw another guy with his long hair all standing up as if electrocuted.

My head was gazing everywhere, seeing weird people in this, Whoa, this is a big house. Actually, it looks more of a mansion to me. 

But another mystery is this huge bubble surrounding my head. No matter how I stretch it, scratch it, poke it, it just doesn't pop. Anything doesn't seem to work. 

I stood up, still trying to get the bubble off my head. 

"Don't even bother."  I turned around to see a guy, looking perfectly normal, Oh My Golly, what is that hole in his head? And why is he holding a gun?

"Perfect! Another girl!" The girl with the knife said.

"Ah, so you're finally awake then?" Th floating guy asked.

"Number 9, where are you? I can't see you!" A girl, recognizing her voice, with a black garbage bag wrapped around her head showed up.

"Hey, everyone! Number 9 is here!" The literally-standing-up-haired dude shouted excitedly.

"Really?"  A normal-looking girl showed up from the stairs, running excitedly. She came with a guy, about 2 or 3 years older than her. He comes with no reaction. Like he doesn't care at all. But besides that gloomy attitude of his, nothing seems to be wrong about him. Like the girl he's with. Unlike us.

I stood there, shocked. They are MOSTLY very welcoming but their looks.... I mean our looks. Why are we like this?

"Sorry *panting* I'm late *panting again*. It's hard to jump around you know! *continuous panting*" A nerdy guy showed up. His legs are seemingly stuck together leaving him no choice but to jump or hop as an alternative for walking.

This is unbelievable. I don't know how to react. Should I also be excited? Or should I just stare strangely and take the awkward option? I'm running out of ideas.

I smiled lightly. "Hi."

The guy with the gun shouted, "Okay, now, line up!" He's actually pretty cool. He looks like a rockstar.

They all lined up as he said. 

"Do we really have to do this?" The unwelcoming guy said. "I'm outta here!"

"Samuel!" The normal-looking girl said, looking worried. "Please, come back here. We're just gonna say 'hi' to Number 9."

"Fine." He immediately came back and fell in line. 

Unfortunately, of all people, why do I have to know his name first? 

Samuel..

"Hi, I'm Maxx, Number 1." He reminds me of someone in a rock band, who wears a lot of eye liner and mascara.

"The n-name's Harold. H-harold Brown. Number 2." He's so nerdy, making me smirk.

"Number 3, Doug. Welcome!" The floating dude.

It's the cute blonde normal-looking girl's turn. "Hello! I'm Samantha. And you look pretty! Oh, and I'm Number 4." She's hella lot prettier, in my opinion.

"I'm Number 5, Mary. I'm looking forward to actually SEE you." I can't see her face with that garbage bag getting in the way.

"Number 6, Celine. The gorgeous Celine Woods." Oh, the girl with the knife. She's pretty too but Samantha's way prettier.