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Benjamin Thanh

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a character in “The Broken Time”, originally authored by FalloutRomanae, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Benjamin Thanh's Story

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I lay on my bed, deeply entrenched in one of my many psychotic delusions. I was pretending that I was Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, or 'Caligula,' who had been transported forward in time to the 21st century, and he was now being questioned by police as to why he had killed a farmer's goat and searched its entrails for 'auguries.' Of course, he couldn't understand a word they were saying. "Vero, nihil comprehendo te loqui! Cur non potes comprehendere me?? Loquor Latinam Caesari! Gah!" I threw my hands up in the air and imagined myself as Gaius trying to walk away from the police, only to be arrested and detained for several days until the person who transported me forward in time, who was a talking dog, by the way, came and got me out.

Oh, I know that how I act is crazy, and that's why I'm heavily medicated. But it's so therapeutic. Pretending, that is. I don't know why more people don't do it. I'm telling you, children have it figured out, man. Oh! Medication! I suddenly remembered that I hadn't taken my morning meds yet. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, yawning and stretching my arms. When they tried to medicate me for my bipolar, they found out I had low vitamin D. Probably from all that studying indoors. So now I have to take more meds to regulate that. I hate meds. But they must be taken, so I sighed and reached for my water and my vitamins. Trying to open the vitamins, I got a little frustrated. Child-proof caps are no fun to deal with in the morning. But finally it opened. I took the cap off my bottle of water and found that it was empty. "Dang..." I groggily stood up, vitamin in hand, and walked downstairs, messy hair and all. I shuffled over to the fridge and got some water and took my pill. I hate the feeling of an unchewed pill sliding down my throat. It feels like I haven't swallowed it, and then I imagine it dissolving in my throat. Nasty. I walked back upstairs and got ready for the day. I put on my green cargo pants and my favorite T-shirt - the one that says 'Vive longe lingua mortua!'. 'Long live dead languages.' I sort of combed my hair, but my cowlick stood up in the back. It always does that. I washed my face and pulled on my camouflage hat and white sneakers. Then I was ready. It was odd that I had gotten up before my parents. I hadn't seen them when I went to take my meds. I didn't hear them the whole time. Usually they're up before me. I'm a late riser. A small side effect of my bipolar disorder - no internal body clock. It sucks. But anyway, I walked downstairs and checked the Xbox. My brother wasn't there. Odd. The Form, what I call the voices, instantly began to kick in. What if they're not asleep? What if they're gone? All gone... "No." I said with less conviction then I meant to. "They're here. I know they are." I ran upstairs and burst into my parents' room. To my shock, they were, indeed, gone. "You were right... They are gone..." I blinked several times, trying to figure this out. It made no sense. They hadn't left I note saying they were going to the store or anything. I swiftly went downstairs, keeping my back to the wall. This whole thing was just a little too creepy. I went out to the back, where both cars were parked in the driveway. My heart was pounding in my throat now - I hate being alone. Alone with my mind. Because my mind is a scary place. A delusion that I have often began to creep into my consciousness. It makes me think that the zombie apocalypse has struck and I am the only survivor. Weird, I know, but anyway, there it is. I was just sure that the zombies could hear my heart pounding, it was so loud. This was bad. I didn't know how to use a gun or anything. I didn't know urban survival skills. I was doomed.

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As I was sitting contemplating my certain doom, I heard music blasting from somewhere down the street. Odd. One of the zombies must have bumped boom box or something. I sat for a while, trying to come to grip with what had happened. The zombie apocalypse. This just didn't happen to normal people. Stuff like this happened to people on the news or to people in movies. But it was happening now. So I ran upstairs and got my dad's shotgun. Damn zombies won't get me... I thought as I held it up to my shoulder, feeling the weight of it. I had only shot it a few times at a shooting range when I was nine. I didn't really know how to load it or anything, but I would figure it out.

As I was admiring the gun's craftmanship, I heard voices - human voices - outside my house. '...have to be prescriptions. Damn, but I was forced to take too many of those.' Humans! Thrilled, I bolted downstairs to the frontdoor. Looking out the peephole, I saw that weird girl who's in my math class - I skipped several grades - and that slacker kid who should be in my English class, but he tended to skip. I didn't know them that well, but they shouldn't be out there with the zombies, in any case. I threw the door open and looked around furtively. Then I gestured for them to come over with the hand that had the gun. "Come on!" I stage whispered. "They'll get you! They're everywhere!"

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So here I am, walking down the middle of the street with my neighbor, and here's this random guy from my math class waving at me with a gun, talking about people getting us.
And I know I'm thought to be crazy, but this kid was probably worse off than I was.
"Hello. It seems like time has stopped at midnight and we three are the only people in the world. There isn't anything else, whatever you think." I told him, slightly amused. I'm not even sure the kid could use the gun, or even what he thought the gun was supposed to protect him from.
"We're going downtown. Wanna come?"

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I pursed my lips, frowning. How could you not care? "Whatever." I brushed her off with a shake of my head, somewhat losing my trail of thought when she started going off about drugs and 'OTC'. Whatever the hell that was. At least she had some sort of plan. A plan was good. It helped. Made my mind a little less muddled. Even if that plan was simply 'going downtown', I figured a little sense of direction and structure would help. After all, maybe we'd find someone. And right now I wouldn't even care if that someone was my Math teacher.

That was when the weird kid from my English class appeared, waving a goddamn shotgun. "Jesus..." I muttered, more to myself than to Crazy. What the hell was he doing? Who'll get us? Who's everywhere. Almost on instinct I cast a quick look around, but there was no one. Just me, Crazy 1 and Crazy 2. Go figure I'd be stuck with the two mental cases.

And then she had to go and invite him, didn't she. I sighed, resisting the urge to literally lift up my hand and face palm myself. "Seriously?" I rose two incredulous eyebrows at her instead. "Dude's more of a nut than you are." But, I supposed we couldn't just leave him. We could be the last three human beings on the planet (at this point I'd decided to just embrace the fact that we were now part of some messed up sci-fi movie) and I wasn't that insensitive. Nobody deserved to die alone.

Maybe like my mom had. Maybe everyone was dead. I blinked, pushing the thought away, but I couldn't help but look over my shoulder, back down the street where my family should've been. Wait..was that?

"Nora?" My brow furrowed. She was here to? And she was on my doorstep...what? I cupped my hand over my mouth and called out again, louder this time. "Nora!"

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'Hello. It seems like time has stopped at midnight and we three are the only people in the world. There isn't anything else, whatever you think.'

"What?... But... the zombies..." I protested lamely.

'We're going downtown. Wanna come?'

I was confused. How had these idiots not died already? Weren't the zombies everywhere? I stepped out onto the street cautiously and looked around. Well, if there were zombies, they were certainly very good at hiding. I slowly began to doubt the zombies' existence.

'Nora?... Nora!' The kid from my English class was now shouting desperately down the street. And that was when I finally came to my senses. It was an odd feeling, like bursting out of water after you've been holding your breath down there for a while. I felt like the biggest idiot, holding my dad's stupid shotgun and talking about zombies. Okay. No zombies. But, if there weren't any zombies, what the hell was going on? "Yeah, sure, I'll come." I shut the door behind me and trotted out into the street with them. "Sorry about that." I said to the girl. "Didn't mean to confuse you." And I smiled genially at her. She seemed nice, if a little... strange and there was no reason to set off on the wrong foot.

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My lips twitched slightly, my equivalent of a grin. "Nice to know y'all think I should be committed to a mental ward." But it was strange that the other kid thought it was a zombie apocalypse.
I sighed. "My advice is, don't carry the gun which you can't use. Do you have anything like this?" I opened my zipped pocket and brought out a Swiss Army knife which I had bought ages ago, back when I used to go camping. I always kept it, and I figured that if there was a minimum of people, there may be criminals somewhere and I'd grabbed it on my way downstairs. "I think knives are easier to use if you insist on carrying a weapon." And now he probably thought I was crazier than I'd already seemed.
I looked back to where my neighbor was calling out to another girl. Good. At least there was one other girl, because it was obvious I was stuck with two kinds of idiots. One being convinced it was a zombie apocalypse, and one in a full-blown panic. Hopefully the girl wasn't the hysterical type.
"C'mon." I called briefly, following my neighbor. "We might as well travel in a group."

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Nora glanced around, and saw that there were a couple more kids her age, but strangely enough, no adults. She took a deep breath and composed herself. "Okay, good, there are some other people still alive," Then she turned to Reece "Reece, I swore I'd never talk to you again, but where the fuck is everyone?" Nora blew a strand of dark hair out of her face "And what else, why do all the clocks read midnight? The world is turning to hell." She turned to him, and waited for him to respond. Nora prayed with all her heart that Reece had some simple explanation.

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"What? What are you talking about? I can use this." I said, gesturing to the gun. "I'm practically an expert marksman with this thing! And no, I don't carry one of those." This kid was weird. Why did she think I wanted her in a mental ward? I didn't. I was hoping she wouldn't call my bluff with the gun when the new kid piped up.

'...And what else, why do all the clocks read midnight? The world is turning to hell.'

"All the clocks read midnight? What?" I looked down at my watch and saw that it read 0:00. "What the hell? "You're right, they do..." Then it occurred to me that I hardly knew any of these people. "Hey," I broke in, "before we start trying to explain what happened, let's have some introductions first."

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I raised my eyebrow slightly. "No, you cannot use 'this thing,' as you call it. I don't think it's even been loaded." And why did I know this? Because one of my cousins likes to hunt. And he had it in his mind to try to teach me and failed because I simply refused to go along with what he said. But I did watch him long enough to figure out how someone who knows how to use a gun holds a gun.
So everyone's clock reads midnight? Lovely. Even more fun. I'm more than ever sure that whoever did this is laughing at us right now.
And unfortunately, the boy with the gun raises a good point. Introductions. How I hate introductions. The teachers do not understand how to properly pronounce a Greek name.
"After, we're going downtown." I said in a monotone. Let's just get this all over with.

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Nora raised her upper lip slightly, in disgust. "Introductions? Are we really that formal? Fine, but no handshakes, and that's final. Handshakes are so stiff," She rolls her eyes "Well I'm Nora, and isn't it golly to meet all you fine folks here?" Her voice raises a couple octaves, and it drips with mock kindness and sarcasm. She turns to Reece, and give him dagger eyes "Especially you,"

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Jackson - or rather, Ash - sighed heavily, opening his eyes. As usual, he could see the 3OH!3 poster he tacked onto the ceiling. Slowly, as if hopeful, he raised a hand and pressed it over his left eye - No change. Yep, he was still blind in his left eye. With a growl, he turned his head to look at the clock. Surely, he slept through his alarm again. He did it every day, so he set an alarm on his clock, his iPod, and his phone. Though, he at least woke up at his cellphone alarm enough to silence it and go back to bed - But... he was sure he didn't remember waking up to it. Wait- What the hey? Suddenly, he sat up before falling back a bit, catching himself on one elbow as he turned his body to look at the clock.

Midnight?

Slowly, he reached down and pulled the blankets off of himself and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Yawning, he stretched his arms and back by doing what every person seemed to, stretching their arms outward while arcing their back. Slowly, he stood and dragged himself across the room, yanking the door open. He crossed the house to Michael's room, knocking.

"Hey!" he yelled at the door, waiting for a grumpy response. Another moment of silence and there was no reply. "Mikey! Get your lazy ass up!" he yelled, banging on the door again. He may wake others in the house, but at this point, he didn't care one bit. If they didn't answer, whatever. He growled and passed through the kitchen back to his room. His mismatched eyes briefly glanced at the clock, and when he did, he stopped dead in his tracks. Midnight. "No fuckin' way." he muttered. It had been at least three minutes if anything. Perhaps all the clocks had stopped in the house. Soon, he stood at his adoptive parents' house, banging on the door. Usually, his parents were light sleepers - But no matter how much he beat on the door and yelled, there was no response. "The hell?" Grasping the doorknob, he twisted it and pushed the door open.

Empty beds.

"No. No no no, this ain't right." Turning sharply on his heel he rushed back to Michael's room. He threw the door open and his jaw dropped - Another empty bed. His dad, mom, Michael and- "Crap, Luke!" he dashed across the house once more and almost threw his younger brother's door off it's hinges. At the sight of another empty room, he found himself darting back into his room and tearing the closet door open. Being a strong young man, as he pulled the doors open, they flung outwards as he let go and smacked against the wall, resulting in damage to the wall. Bursting from the front door, he hastily pulled his jeans on the rest of the way (When he emerged from his house, they had bunched up at his upper thigh) and stuffed his wallet into his pocket before connecting the wallet chain. Glancing out on the street, he sighed.

"Hey!" he bellowing in his booming, carrying voice. He didn't much care that he was a bit boldly presenting himself, he'd put in his shirts in just a moment. Carrying a black T shirt and a black and gray plaid shirt, he walked down the street until he caught sight of a small group of people. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he checked the time again - Still midnight. "Damn, i don't even remember takin' anythin'." he muttered before calling out another 'Hey!' down the street at the group. Approaching them, he began to pull his shirt on, pulling some dogtags out and letting them rest against his chest before beginning to pull on the plaid buttonup. Stopping near them, he began to button up his shirt. "Okay, now i'mma try and be patient here - But what the hell is going on? Why is everything stuck at midnight and why is Salem cleared out like a radiation zone?"