Power Outage (Discontinued)

Part One

A gigantic pile of wearisome homework stares at me blankly waiting to be filled with my answers. I grabbed some, and I answered them as fast as I can so that I can sleep as soon as possible. I did this repeatedly. I was exhausted from the homework. I stopped, and reached out my phone to check the time. It was one o'clock in the morning. I took a glance on the pile. There was still homework to do, but I know they were onerous as they were my Chemistry homework. I made a cup of coffee to help me stay up for the night so that I can answer them. While making my coffee, I noticed my roommate watching something on the television.

"Don't you have homework to finish?"
"Like the usual. I'm covered," he said calmly. I was slightly irritated of his laziness.
"You can't be lazy in college. You do know that you have to do them by your own."
"Relax. I'm covered." He grabbed his float, took a sip, and placed it beside him. "She's also gonna cover my future, so don't worry about me."
"Oh my god, John, can you at least try to change your attitude? Your future seems like it's not bright," I said.
"No one can't, including me myself." He breathed heavily, then went on to resume. "You didn't even resume your homework because of your "projects" so you would complain of being overloaded with homework."
"Projects covered a large portion of my grades. You can't relate to college life, do you?" Incensed, I decided to just resume on my homework.

John is infuriating. He's a very steakish person. Even the laziest people that I know try to at least work hard in college. He wouldn't give two shits on doing something. How does he even get money to pay someone for the work that is intended to be made by himself?

I tried to calm down, and resume on my homework. I finished my Chemistry homework in two hours. I started to tire. I then went to my bedroom. Then all of a sudden, John approached me. Normally, he wouldn't do that.

"Alex, the television suddenly turned off. Did you pay the bills?" He said, with a surprised tone.
"Yeah, I did," I said, calmly.
"If you paid our bills, why isn't the television working?" He was angry like something he depended on was cut from him.
"Maybe the power's out. Try turning on the lights." John flipped the switch for my bedroom lights, and they brightened the room.
"How's this a power outage, Alex," he screamed loudly. I wanted to tell him that the television cord could be unplugged, but when I tried to say it, I got disrupted by the lights. They flickered occasionally.

He kept screaming to get my attention, but I was staring at the lights for a long time, trying to make sense of what happened. And suddenly, the world shook violently. I did what everyone would do in an earthquake. I saw John ran downstairs. Again, he wouldn't do that. John should've told me to follow him, but he's a selfish asshole. When I stayed in my bedroom, the whole building started to burn. Everything was purple. The earthquake became calmer, but the fires became aggressive. I pushed open my bedroom door, sprinted across my apartment to get in the hallways, and rushed downstairs to evacuate. The building started to collapse, so I hurried. I was tired, but I know that I couldn't stop. I tripped on something, but I stood up quickly. I ran again. I tripped again when I was near the door. The impact was painful, and it took me some time to get back up. I opened the door to the world outside before the building can bury me. I stopped in the middle of this street. The shaking stopped. It was wrapped in darkness. I saw outlines of buildings and lamps, so I'm pretty sure it was a street. When I looked back, I saw that my apartment was nowhere to be found. When I turned back, I saw a flashlight facing me, and that the one using the flashlight was a person of color wearing a light green hoodie.

"Are you alright, sir?"
"Am I in trouble?"
"I need you to follow me."
"For what?"
"A catastrophe is going on."
He sounded quite sketchy, so I asked, " What kind of catastrophe is it?"
"It's unfathomable and difficult to explain. Do you want to survive?" As he said that, I remember someone with the same voice. I decided to agree on following him, but my trust still isn't high.

He walked straight to a direction with his flashlight guiding him. I followed him. I was thinking that maybe he's trapping me, but I do remember someone with that voice. I forgot the name of that someone though.

I didn't count the time, but it felt like an hour. I didn't take a glance of the area because I placed my eyes on this stranger. I then arrived on this secret campsite in the middle of the woods. When I glimpsed in the campsite, I noticed tents, first aid kits, a group of bottles, a campfire, and people that sat on the sturdy logs. I noticed that John was one of the people amongst the group.

"Alright, I guess that's enough people to save," the rescuer said.
"Who the fuck is that with you," an Asian woman said.
"You're bringing strangers to my haven, jackass." a Caucasian said, drunkenly. This one caught my attention.
"Hey, at least I saved your ass," the rescuer responded angrily. "Also, this isn't your haven, it's ours to share," he resumed after seconds of silence.

I peeked at everyone. I saw the caucasian cackle. I didn't want to near him, because he sounds dangerous. I saw a young person with an anxious face. I wanted to go near him, but I was approached by the rescuer.
"Have you ate or drank something," he asked curiously.
"All I remember was answering my homework."

And as he said that, I started to get confused.