I Can Only Summon Cannon Fodders to Survive the Apocalypse!

It was a grey day in London, not as if there were any days in London that were not grey, where people were going on with their lives as always. The same routine, the same expressions, the same everything.

In a little corner in the middle of nowhere posh in London, lived an average writer in his little average two-story house, still sleeping under the covers and comfort of his average full-size bed. He woke up because of an entering call from his phone. Groggily, our average writer started patting his bed to find his phone finally finding the nightstand where he had left it the night before.

"Um…Hello, Lynn speaking."

The other person in the line was still not answering, but Lynn could hear that someone had sighed at the other end.

"Hi, Lynn…"

Lynn immediately woke up and sat in his bed when he heard who was in the other line. It was his girlfriend, Sasha. Sasha was the girl of his dreams. She was a brunette, with big green eyes, a runaway model body, and most importantly, she had a heart of gold, or so Lynn thought a few seconds ago.

"We are done," Sasha said through the phone.

"Wait…what do you mean by done?" Lynn asked confused since he was still groggy by his sleep. Sasha would never break up with him and on the phone! There were so many times that they have fought, mostly when Lynn was frustrated by his situation, and Sasha always sat with him to try to understand him.

"Ugh.." Sasha said.

Lynn had never heard Sasha sighing or making a sound to express her disgust. She was the most comprehensible girl he had ever met, or so he thought. That's why he decided to pursue her in the first place. When they met, Sasha knew that he was not a successful writer, but she did not mind. She found him "romantic" since he pursued his dreams instead of complying with this society.

"Lynn, what I mean is that you and I are done. We are over. I cannot bear with you anymore. You are already 26 years old, and you just have a house because it was inherited from your parents!" Sasha said.

"You can barely earn enough for a living, and your best income is the minimum wage!" Sasha continued speaking frantically.

"Wait, Sasha, darling, we can sit down and speak about it if you are worried."

The line suddenly went silent, and Lynn then heard that Sasha had handed the phone to another person.

"Hey, mate, look, here's the thing, Sasha doesn't need you anymore. She has now a pretty life, with someone that can afford her expenses. So, don't be a muppet, and catch the idea."

Before Lynn could answer the man that had called him stupid, the line went dead. Lynn could not believe it. He really thought that Sasha was the one, how would he have known that she was the same as all his other ex-girlfriends.

Lynn's relationships never lasted over one or two months. Exactly, it was like a subscription program where you get one month free, and days before the company starts charging you, you cancel the subscription. That was basically Lynn's love life in summary. Most girls found him all romantic and could overlook his average height and looks, but after a month, they realized that they could not bear with such an unsuccessful and average guy and decides to dump him.

He thought Sasha was different since they have been together for almost six months. He really believed that he had finally found a girl that could understand him. Well, apparently it was one-sided. She had not only dumped him but also was two-timing him.

"Well, f*** that!" Lynn shouted. He wanted to throw his phone across the room, but he also knew that he was poor enough to not be able to buy another one; so, he just put his phone on the nightstand.

He knew he was not good-looking, for goodness' sake, not good-looking was not even a way to describe him. He was the living meaning of average. Everyone could remember an ugly or a beautiful person, but average people were just forgettable. It was almost as if they were non-existent.

Lynn was neither tall nor small, he was around 5'8. His dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. His nose was a little stubby, and his lips were neither thin nor thick. The last part, he was grateful of, he would have been super ugly if he had a stubby nose and thin, almost non-existent, lips. He did not like to exercise, but thanks to genetics and poverty, he was neither fat nor slim. He could never experiment with what was having a beard since his facial hair growth was minimum. He still needed to shave though, to eliminate the stubble.

Lynn then laid back down on his bed.

"I'm definitely a cannon fodder if I were a character of a story," Lynn said out loud while holding both of his hands out in the ceiling.

He was sort of heartbroken, but he was also tired of his average life.

"How much I wished for my boring and average life to come to an end. I want to be the MC of my own story," Lynn thought as he fell asleep again in the comfort of his bed.