Bab 6: CHAPTER 5: MOVING OUT

Currently, in run down city, located a few kilometers away from the range of the explosion caused by Apollo, A stout middle aged man, short in stature, with a head full of short red hair, and face full of an equally red but longer braided beared, was currently hiding, trying his best to make any sound, all this why swearing under his breath, "Damn it, how in blokes name did I find myself in this situation" the dwarf swearing like a sailor, was previously a modern era dwarf, tho without the exaggerated beared, having no memories whatsoever of what happened, seeing as the origin records wipe away all memories of your previous race(assuming you didn't remain human) and only left relevant information bout the history and ancestry of your race. the moment he opened his eyes he was surrounded by pale skinned, flesh flailing, growling, human looking creature, zombies, yes he was surrounded by zombies, and worst yet, it was so abrubt that he couldn't even have time to display what dwarves were known for, their smithing and crafting abilities, being totally helpless all on his with no support whatsoever, he cursed under his breath while praying at the same time, "I don't care whatever god be out there, just save me arse goddamit".. how he expected an answer to such prayers was startling quite frankly, but even more unbelievable was the fact that said prayer was seemingly answered, because the moment he finished his 'prayers' he heard a resounding roar, followed by a flash of red hot flames, that showered down from the sky, scorching everything, almost cooking him in the process, despite his resistance to flames, thus causing him to jump from his hiding spot while screaming "arrrrrggggggg...." a scream cut short by the sight in front of him, there nothing left, everything as far as his eyes could see was charred remains and ashes of what was supposed to be buildings and grass covered land, as he was lost in thought, a voice brought him out of his thoughts,