The Many Faced Man

Countless Asteroids rain down on Humanity, appearing from seemingly nowhere. Along with these asteroids come a Zombie Plague, Predators, and intelligent and strong enemies out of legends. However, along with these things come opportunities.

Countless strains of energy and phenomenon beyond common sense appear in the world alongside these dangers. Survive, kill, and you can unlock the rumored 'System' for yourself. However, if one needs at least one hundred kills to unlock the system, how many can possibly survive to such an end?

Among the few survivors is an every-day young man, with nothing overtly different about him on the surface. In his youth, he saw the dead all about him, saw a world no one should.

He believed what he saw was all a delusion, childhood imagination, convinced himself so despite the vivid memories which said no. If it were real, what he did in that world was real, then what would that make him?

Now, in the apocalypse, the dead walk the earth overtly. He can no longer deny what he is, a man whose face changed, so as not to scare others. A man, who denied what he was, and lied to those around him. A person, so close to death, he would some day become feared as death itself.

But, death is only the beginning.


(In the process of re-writing a number of the earlier chapters, will erase this part when I am done, I had wrote a number of these chapters when I had just started writing a few years ago... is my excuse, which is not a good one.

There were a number of inconsistencies that were already there, which make me cringe looking back, but there are even more now due to re-write process... all of those inconsistencies should be resolved when I am done though. Sorry!)