The Man Called Chaos

Chapter One: Why Am I Still Here..?

"Fuck this.." I say to myself as I slash downward with my Kami Katana and cut through a walker. I'm sweating... I'm tired... And I smell like absolute SHIT! I flick my wrist and watch the blood fly off of my sword. I then sheathe it and look around, breathing heavily. I close my eyes tight, wishing to leave this place and for things to go back to what they were, but they can't. They never will. Thanks to the Red Night I'm stuck in this shitty ass wasteland with just me and my thoughts. You love me! "Shut up.." I grumble.

The Red Night, is the night where everything went to shit. People say that it was a chemical plant explosion, or some godly fuck up, but me, I believe there was some dumb ass scientist who go it all wrong, and paid the price for it. I walk over toward an old oak tree, it's leaves gone for it was Fall and the trunk half dead from animals clambering inside for warmth. I lean against it as I grab some water from my backpack and take sweet, small sips. I sigh, "Damn.. I can't wait for this heat to be gone. Plus we could use the snow for water.. I'm sure Yui is going to love the snow.."

Yui is my daughter. Non-biological, she was adopted. I still love her to death, and in case you were wondering. She knows. She didn't get mad at me for it, nor bicker or fight about it. She is 14 and she is an absolute beast. Way better than her father. She's quick, smart, and ferocious. She is Chinese. That's where I had adopted her from when I went to Shanghai to learn Weng Chun. I've taught her everything she knows from hand-to-hand combat, how to use a sword and gun. Now now Hunter. We don't say gun. We say weapon. Drill Sergeant will get mad. I sigh softly. I used to be in the military, but once this shit started. I left. I became what they call an AWOL. I don't plan on ever going back. Is there even anything to go back to? Is there even a military? "I don't know and I don't care. All I care about is getting back to Yui."

I had come out on a Med run. We were running low on antibiotics and syringes. I knew there was a pharmacy in the city so I went to check it out, but to no avail. Didn't surprise me though. Pharmacies and hospitals were the first to get ransacked when the Red Night came about, but I was hoping there would be some left over. I pushed myself off of the tree, and thought hard. To the east is a forest and outside of that forest is a nurses office. You know, the ones you take your kids to for the regular check ups or if they were sick. I decided to go check it out.

I started to head east. I hoped and prayed that there would be something, anything, to help me and Yui, just in case anything were to happen to either of us. I went at a slow jog. I may be 26 and in my prime, but running around all day everyday and fighting for my life is pretty hard on the joints and bones. Shut up ya old fart. I chuckle to myself softly. I brush the dirt off of my tan button down. It's a long sleeve, just in case if it were to get cold, but right now they are rolled up to the elbows. I'm also wearing blue jeans with a brown holster belt to hold them up. I have on my favorite boots. Steel and square toed for kicking peoples' or zoms' faces in. My hair is brown, slicked back and long on top with the sides and back buzzed down to about a two, with steely blue eyes. I have a black sling for my Kami Katana and a dark green military backpack on. I tend to pack light for the walkers, but just enough firepower to take on any Nomads that are around as well.

Nomads. Fucking Nomads. Everyone that is a Neutral hates them. With a passion. They steal, they rape, they kill without a thought. They suck and I plan to kill them all. Nomads killed my father and mother. Nomads raped my sister, stole from her, and inevitably slaughtered her. I hate them with my very soul. I grit my teeth, thinking back to what they did to my family. Tears began to fall from my eyes at the thought of seeing my sister being killed before my very eyes. I promised her that I would keep her safe and I failed. The Nomads laughed and taunted her. They killed her and my parents without any remorse. Why am I still here? Why am I not dead? Because you fought Hunter. You fought for your life and your daughters' as well. I remember being tied down, but I had my knife in my back pocket. I guess they didn't feel it when they searched me. I took it out and began cutting discreetly as not to alarm them, but I wasn't fast enough I had only cut through the first rope when they killed my parents. The second and final rope snapped off when they stuck a machete through my sisters' stomach. I was sickened and filled with rage. There were only three of them in the room. The others had left to go find other poor, innocent souls. I rushed the first and threw my boot into the side of his knee, I felt the bone break as he crumpled to the floor. I rolled forward over is body, grabbing his machete in the progress. I came up with another Nomad in front of me. He slashed down with his axe, but sliced nothing but air as I pivoted behind him stabbing in through his abdomen. The third ran as I dropped the weapon and let my daughter loose. We both fell to the floor, crying, pleading for anyone who was listening to take back what had just happened to us. No one answered.