All Chapters of Doomsday: The End Of Time : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

TYRE I woke up again in my bedroom, still trying to gather up some momentum, I hadn't gotten over the incident that had claimed my life the second time. I sat upright on the bed and stroked my hair down to my face. I thought I had it figured out, turns out the law of causes and effects didn't apply, 'Que, será será; whatever will be will be' I reminded myself of the old Spanish song. If death were a person, he was darn persistent.I scurried to my feet after soliloquizing for a minute, I was beginning to detest this time loop of a thing. Well, since I was caught in it, I might as well attend to details I had overpassed. Blueview, from the windowpane, was blue as ever, arrayed with green bushes of various heights and shapes. it was 6.30 am and, trust me, all the birds in town were doing their best in letting us know.If I'm right, Christy is in the kitchen busy with the dishes and Annabelle is missing a textbook. I positioned myself against the wall at the corridor faci

 TYREI had teleported into an unfamiliar place, of course, without my briefcase. It was a place I was sure not to have been before, my back hurt like hell perhaps because I'd, unlike felines, landed on my spine.I was still on the floor trying to get myself together when a little girl flashed towards me. I stared at her meticulously as she also stared back stooping her head towards mine, weaving this strange smile on her face.She was quite attractive to the eye, I wondered why a girl of not more than Ann's age would have her hair shaved in low-cut, her hair was brown and scanty and reminded me of one of my dad's pictures he took in the eighties while he was still in the military.She spread forth her hands toward me so she could lift me, Yeah! That hand isn't going to lift this body, I ignored her protruded hands and stood up myself despite the piercing pain I felt.The sky blue shirt I put on this morning was already dust-engulfed, I

(1920*FORT, US)TYRE"Tyre, shut the fucking door! " Jack hollered handling a rifle.We were at the frontier of the US defense, in the year; 1920, where we had time traveled. I squeezed my head out the window of the armored truck Bobby drove and spotted the incoming bullets of the German opposition. It was hell! If Bobby, for a second, didn't steady his impact on the gas, someone was going to get shot. I sat beside Bobby in the front seat while Jack strutted at the back with his head to his lower abdomen clasped outside the roof of the truck, ready to aim. I frowned. "Jack!""What?""Remind me why we are here again. ""To retrieve a shard of the fucking black stone, moron! "How long can we keep evading the German's bullets, at this rate? Bobby, the driver, was already discharging cascades of bodily fluids around his face and I could tell he was fed up. Reaching the fort was our only objective right now since that's where we wagered was safe for us.

TYRE Gloomy, I sat on a wooden chair closer to the hearth. I had wondered why a hearth would even exist in such a place. Just one innocent mistake with a fire and it'll all go berserk. Then it dawned on me that the place was probably magical and things didn't work the same way it did in the real world, I mean, The exit door was supposed to lead to the exit, wasn't it? And not to talk of the way time works in here. Neither day nor night. Neither cold nor heat. No windows to peer from. The place was a perpetual defier of nature. My mind jogged back to what Mann said without waiting for my approval. 11 years ago, I didn't propose to Christy? C'mon, that's difficult to believe especially when the experience was quite memorable. I couldn't accept it for a second, that I wasn't supposed to exist, that my existence was a mistake. It felt too real though, our relationship. I'm pretty sure Christy, somehow knows I exist even if the world thinks otherwise. Oh, w