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Prompt: “Chapter 1: The Day the World Broke
The sky looked… wrong.
Not dark. Not cloudy. Just off—like someone had painted over the blue with a dull gray filter.
Aarav stood on the rooftop of his apartment, earphones in, staring at the city below. At 19, he wasn’t doing anything extraordinary with his life—just another college student trying to survive exams and expectations.
But today felt different.
His phone buzzed.
Breaking News Alert: Unidentified virus spreading rapidly. Citizens advised to stay indoors.
“Yeah, right…” Aarav muttered, pulling out one earbud. “Another fake panic.”
Then came the scream.
Not one.
Many.
He froze.
Down on the street, a man stumbled forward, clutching his neck. Another person ran toward him—
—and then got tackled to the ground.
Aarav leaned forward.
“Hey… what the—”
The man bit into the other’s shoulder.
Hard.
Blood splattered.
Aarav’s breath caught in his throat.
“That’s… not normal.”
More chaos erupted. People running. Cars crashing. Someone shouting, “They’re attacking everyone!”
His phone buzzed again—this time a call.
“Maa”
He answered instantly.
“Mom?! What’s happening—”
“Aarav! Lock the doors! Don’t let anyone in!” Her voice shook. “People are… they’re not themselves—”
A crash echoed from her side.
“Mom?? MOM?!”
The call cut.
Silence.
For a moment, Aarav couldn’t move. His chest tightened. His mind refused to accept what he’d just seen.
Then—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Someone was hitting the apartment door downstairs.
Aarav snapped out of it.
“Think. THINK.”
He rushed down the stairs, heart pounding like a drum in his ears. The banging got louder.
“Please! Open! Please—!”
It was his neighbor, Uncle Ramesh.
Relief flashed across Aarav’s face—he moved toward the door—
—but stopped.
Through the peephole…
Ramesh’s eyes.
They weren’t normal.
They were… pale. Empty. Hungry.
And there was blood dripping from his mouth.
Aarav stepped back slowly.
“Uncle…?”
The banging stopped.
For one second, everything went quiet.
Then—
CRACK!
The door began to splinter.
Aarav’s heartbeat surged.
“Okay… okay… this is real.”
He looked around frantically—his eyes landed on a metal cricket bat leaning against the wall.
He grabbed it.
The door burst open.
Ramesh lunged.
Aarav swung.
THUD!
The bat connected with a sickening sound. Ramesh collapsed—but kept moving, twitching, trying to get up again.
Aarav stumbled back, horrified.
“They don’t… stop?”
Something inside him shifted in that moment.
Fear… turning into something sharper.
Determination.
“I’m not dying here.”
He rushed upstairs, grabbed a backpack, stuffing it with whatever he could—water bottles, a first aid kit, his phone charger, a flashlight.
His hands shook—but his movements were fast.
Outside, the city had turned into a nightmare.
Sirens screamed.
Buildings burned.
People ran—or fell.
Aarav zipped his bag and looked out one last time.
“This… is just the beginning, isn’t it?”
He tightened his grip on the bat.
Then, under his breath:
“If this world is ending… I’m not just going to watch it.”
His eyes hardened.
“I’ll find out what caused this.”
“And I’ll end it.”
Aarav stepped out of his apartment.
Into chaos.
Into death.
Into the start of his journey.
[To be continued…]”
Art Style: Noir Comics
Color Mode: Full Color
Panels: 1
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