The Stories

A portmanteau of “Karma” and “Armageddon.” References “shit hitting the fan” in a powerful way while acknowledging one’s contributions to that event.

It is the story of survival and atonement for our sins against all of creation. It takes place in a Futuristic city called New Avalon, a highly advanced technological city off the coast of Florida. The advancement of automation and fortune led to a total disregard for the well-being of the earth and its inhabitants, breaking the scale of Karma. And creating a cataclysmic event of destruction in which every terror imaginable has come to purge the world. It is now mankind’s responsibility to survive and produce enough good Karma in hopes that one day their life can be a fraction of what it used to be.

Nobody knows how it all started. A terrorist attack, an act of god, or just a stroke of bad luck. All we know is that it took only seven days for the world to end, and after that, it got worse.

First were the zombies. A single bite turned our population by half; our loved ones became predators to prey on our fears in a day. We tried to fight back, but our nature was too selfish to see that our preservation would mean we had to trust each other. Humankind eventually separated into what we’ve always been, Cultists, anarchists, and cowards. In our feuding, we didn’t see the wolf amongst us. Vampires ruled the night and at day, hid behind political doors to harvest us righteously.   

Our technology fell when the aliens torched the sky and destroyed our satellites. 

In the darkness, you couldn’t see the werewolves. You only heard howls followed by the screams of death, and We are still scarce on food.   

It has been four days since I saw another human. A child named devon gave me his water flask to quench my thirst. He died soon after to the pressing weight of a kaiju. Today I walked by his resting place and saw a flower sprouting from the soil. It makes me wonder if this chaos keeps looping as if mother nature replays this dreadful nightmare hoping for us to correct ourselves to show her something different, something worth salvaging. Something worth preserving. Maybe this is our only hope.

Today day I killed my first Zombie. My little brother Nelson and I were playing near our grandfather’s creek in the Outzone, or that’s what it used to be called; after the fall of New Avalon. I don’t think anybody cared if we were on the outskirts. Our grandfather told us not to go out too far south towards Avalon because it might be dangerous, but I never thought one of them would be so close to home. After we were finished skipping rocks in the water, we saw it in the distance. It looked as if its leg got stuck between rocks. Nelson asked me if we could get closer because we never saw one up close before, only from the news and Drifters that drove by every blue moon. We got closer, and it looked like a man in his mid 30’s; he was wearing a blue mech suit. Must have been a member of the new Avalonian military. Crazy to see how far he must have traveled to make it this far, I could see the bite marks on his wrist that turned him. I told Nelson we should start heading back because if it got loose, neither one of us could stop it, but he was too fascinated. He pulled a stone from the water to throw it at the corpse, Hit him right in the head, and watched it fall into the water; now grabbing its attention, it reached for us, but his leg was still stuck between the rocks. The rock Nelson threw did no actual harm because the monster’s only reaction was to reach out to us.
Nelson threw another rock, but this time he overthrew it, and it hit a tree a few yards away as the dead man tried to stand his balance. Feeling disturbed, I warned Nelson that I would leave him if he didn’t stop; I knew he was more afraid of being alone than the Zombie. Dropping the stone in his hand, we started to head back to the house to tell our Pa. After a few steps, we saw the man now loose from the stone that imprisoned his leg was following close behind us. Moving dramatically faster than they moved in the movies, we started to run and scream for Grandpa. The monster showed no signs of fatigue as it kept a close pace behind us. Nelson was slower than me. I had to think of something quick. I went off track a little bit to its right and tried to draw its attention away from him. It stopped chasing after my brother and started after me. I told Nelson to go get Grandpa, and I’ll circle around the barn. Running for my life, I ran around the small forest behind the barn, but I felt the urgency of exhaustion. Knowing I wouldn’t make it back, I looked for anything to use as a weapon. I grabbed a piece of dry wood from the ground when it caught me and touched my shoulder. I swung with all of my might, breaking the wood and knocking him to the ground. I searched pressingly around for anything else to use.
Finally finding a large branch, I repeatedly struck it in the head until it didn’t move anymore. As I sat at a distance on the ground crying, my grandfather and little brother approached me. Grandpa passes me the gun in his hands, and he tells me that it’s not dead. As I came close to what looked like a lifeless corpse, no other words were spoken until my Grandpa said. “In the head,” I took a deep breath and aimed the gun, tears falling on my arm. The man’s eyes opened up, but I gave it no chance to do what it was controlled to do. I killed it. This is the moment I became a man; my Grandpa spoke as he took the gun from my shaking hands. I struggled with his words until I understood that being a man meant nothing more than surviving; to know the world we used to live in was no more, and it was necessary to remember this. Entry end.

I’m not sure how long it’s been since we lost communications; it should be about a week, but it feels like I’ve been here for months. I don’t know if it’s because of my anxiety and being stuck in the humidity or a chemical being pumped into the air that confuses my days even more. I see things that I saw before, like in the movie the matrix, there must be a glitch. People I saw physically die were walking around like nothing ever happened, and when I asked them about it, they looked at me like I was crazy. It’s all strange. What are the chances that all of this shit happens and the likelihood that it happens simultaneously? I tell you, I think it’s the aliens mind-warping us in a simulation. Running experiments on us like a damn rat race or something. They’ve been doing the same thing for the last 20 years, and I’m nobody’s puppet; if they want to get inside of my head, they better send something these shotgun shells can’t penetrate. Better yet imma running a little experiment on my own. Let a horde of freak fucks follow me into that area. I saw that werewolf, see if they kill each other because none of this is real; it’s all a program.
So my experiment failed. That werewolf ripped the heads off all those bastards and damn near got me too. This shit is real!!