The Apocalypse - A Compilation of Short Stories

Alas, the tale of big scary man and the skinny white guy

First episode : Introduction

I sat down in my chair, looking at the fine tune of red glowing wine in my desk. Yes, i drink wine. I'm fancy like that. This thing cost 300 bucks. I probably should spent less on fancy drinking, but god damn this is delicious. I earn this money by the rightheous way. So it is my obligation to spent it

When the door slamed open, i reckon i would see his face soon enough. Yet, this is too soon, even for my liking. The giant man's face is glowing red, apart from anger, his whole body is reddish, full of rashes. He pointed his finger at me, looking straight into my soul. While i put my expensive glass down, I slowly whisper under my breath.

"Fuck."

The floor was slammed by his mighty feet. The whole room feels it distortion. His body become bigger and bigger as he aproaches closer. I cannot move. My body screams in danger, but my legs were far to weak to run. My shoulder presses in, and i can feel myself squealing. As he throws a big punch in my face, my reflexes enables me to dodge. I was confused, but there is no time to rest, as the second punch is coming. His big fist covers my whole head, getting hit by it would leave me faceless. I shrunk myself down under my desk, avoiding my second attack. One breath. Two breath. My chest feels like exploding. Heat rises up to the top of my head, creating dizziness and uneasiness. I was breathing my third breath my the whole desk above my head collapses, leaving my body under a hundred kilogram wood. He pushes the wood aside, revealing my defenseless body, lying on the floor. He shook me with his had, lifting me thirty centimeters above the ground. His force wakes me up from a bad dream of having wood above me. I see not one, not two, but five reflections of him in front of me. As i regain my sight, i can see his red glowing face much clearer, filled with hatred and anger. He screams into my face, words that i can't decipher. I heard something about "Tricking him" and "Giving him the wrong pills" My Silence should have making him impatience, as i feel my body flying across the room, slaming my back into the book shelf as it's content falls down above my head.

I tries to stand up. His presence is yet to be fading, but growing bigger and bigger, much scarier and much more intimidating. I need to think fast. I look around me, as i see my stun gun lying on the ground. Once again he charges. His body is twice as big as mine, and i it feels like i was going to be crushed by a truck. I reaches into the stun gun and hit him in the guts. I shocked him, but one attack to not done it. Once again I shock him in his chest. That made him stood in his knee, but still not enough. He's weak and vurnerable. This strike should be the last. I lauches my stun gun into his forehead, delivering shock right to his brain.

I moved sideways to give his giant body space as he collapes down. It finally ends. One breath. Two Breaths. I looked at the stun gun and silently appreciates what he had done to me. If theres any lesson to be learnt here, is that you must always carry a stun gun while dealing with a giant angry man who was super angry because you tricked him by giving a fake medicine for his prostate cancer.