1 The First Day.

A man entering a darkened bedroom, hair still damp from the shower he had just taken, too tired to even remove the glasses on his face he collapse on his bed. Staring at the ceiling for all of 2 seconds before falling asleep where dreams and nightmares plague him. Some dreams recalling the pleasant memories of childhood and even college before he was forced to stop to earn money. Some showing the time with his parents who he has not seen for years. Yet some showed the worse times of his life. The time he was rejected publicly by the girl he liked, when he struggled with interview after interview, and all the grueling times he had worked he was barely qualified for pushed onto him and had to work extended shifts to finish it.

After seeing what seemed like every memory both good and bad a new dream appears. This one is chaotic, with danger everywhere scenes of weird creatures fleeing in panic but not him. He walks towards what all else fear calmly. He walks towards the thing with glowing eyes bigger than his body. When he finally approaches finally he knows why he is there, why he is not afraid. He is already dead.

Waking with a shock the man finds himself in the fetal position and when he tries to stretch something blocks his way. It to dark to see which makes the man think it is still before day break but that nightmare that is already faded keeping him from going back to sleep he tries to stand pushing against whatever is restricting him. With a crack he pushes through whatever it was into his room the light of the sun pouring in.

Confusion about what just happens last all of 5 seconds as the man realizes he is late to work quickly goes to get up scrambling looking at his clock wondering why the alarm didn't go off seeing it off.

"Oh power outage" the man thought right as he was stepping forward to get his phone tripping on something around his ankles.

Pain in his arms as he catches himself on the floor but the pain only being a secondary thing the man's brain notices. As the arms that caught him was not his arms, nor the arms of any human except those that have been around for 1000 years. The arms that caught him were nothing but bone.

Freaking out the man rushes to the bathroom to look in his mirror and where his face should be a skull looks back at him. As he already is well aware from the pain from the fall that this is not a dream his mind races to all sorts of theories of what is happening. What surprises him the most though is the fact that the shock and fear fade in moments as he starts examining his reflection especially his sockets. The darkness in them is not just from light not getting in but as if light cannot enter, but deep within this darkness a light shines a mostly silver shine.

Returning to his room the now skeleton goes for his phone to try and search online if anyone else is having similar situations to find the battery dead. While it had not been fully charged he it would have had power for at least a day or two more. This worried him making him wonder how long he was asleep and more importantly how he is not hungry nor thirsty. Deciding to try against the odds he plugs it into the wall and nothing.

"Well no power at all, no way I have my job still at this point since I don't know how long I have slept, and I look like a skeleton so any human will freak out at the sight of me" he says to himself. However, while speaking he realizes he is not really talking but just chattering his teeth. "Of course no vocal cords to talk with."

With nothing better to do the skeleton looks at his bed and finds these weird fragments, the remains of whatever was holding him, evaporating into nothing. Then goes to see what tripped him in the first place to realize it was his own boxers. As a skeleton he lost a bit of weight. With that thought he realizes he is naked and none of his clothes will fit without some work or rope, and he had rope.

After getting dressed a very loose hanging shirt and pants being held up by the clothesline he uses for drying laundry to save money he decides to grab his keys and try and drive to somewhere he can find out more information of what is happening. Before leaving though a feeling hits him and he looks out his window to see his car under a sleeping dog, completely destroyed.

Watching for a minute as his car, that he just finished paying off last month, is a ripped, shredded, and bitten mess with the hood severed the battery next to dog that wakes up and licks it some before going back to sleep. After seeing this the skeleton observes the dog more closely and realizes it is quite large using almost the entire hood to hold its body. Its body is also strangely colored dark blue with yellow lines and horns protruding from its shoulders. This dog is strong and dangerous.

The skeleton did not give a damn about that though he was pissed. Going into his kitchen he gets a stainless steel butcher knife and begins heading out. Of course he isn't charging up screaming nor just casually walking towards it, he carefully creeps upon it slowly letting his anger build until in striking range. Unfortunately his killing intent was leaking out from the anger waking the dog monster before it gets up and leaps upon him. He is crushed under the weight of the beast falling on his back, bones rattling as he hits the ground but the pain not being as bad as one would think.

The beast snarling on top of him yet the oddest thing yet today happens, he feels nothing. The anger that was there a moment ago was gone, there was no fear to replace it, however. There was nothing but a serene calm and the feeling that death is near. Then the desire to live.

As this desire takes hold the skeleton quickly remembers the knife in hand and with every ounce of strength that can be mustered plunges it into the beast. With the impact a loud yelp comes from the beast then nothing. The knife was in its chest and the beast had grown still. Pushing it off he sits up and stares at the beast in amazement the knife imbedded deep within with only some part of the handle exposed.

Pulling the knife out he wipes the blood off of it quickly to clean the blade knowing he had to take care of it. Shaking while he cleans it his mind racing trying to figure out what just happened. "Fuck that was just about to turn me into a chew toy what was I thinking, " the skeleton thought to himself " Damn it Z you can't let your anger ever get you into a situation like that you are not some damn monster slaying hero you are just a man... I mean skeleton."

After that he looked at the body and from where the knife wound was blood was flowing. He decided to go back into his house locking the door. He just goes and lays down and before realizing it sleep once again takes him.