Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Out with a bang
My name is Niko Fukushima, and I am the last man on earth. World war 3 kicked off about 20 years after I was born, and I was drafted almost instantly, for a military project called Manhattan. The project was named after the infamous Manhattan project from all the way back in the 1940s, and its goal was to use radiation, to create super soldiers.
You see, for a long time, people had been searching for something to use radiation for (other than making world-ending superweapons), and apparently, the U.S. government had discovered how to, in essence, blast people with it, and make them not die instantly or get some kind of terrifying space cancer. From what they told us when we were introduced to the project, they had found a certain material that could absorb radiation, and turn it into pure energy, and also happened to be practically indestructible, and guess what they did with it? If you guessed that they used it to make clean energy and cleaned the planet with it, then you would be terribly wrong. Instead, the crazy fuckers mixed wolverine and spartan 2s from halo, into an ungodly amalgamation of science, prayers, and bullshit, but I'll be dammed if it didn't work.
We were the first, and last, super soldiers. There were three hundred of us before they started, and a quarter of the deaths happened during the prep period before they did the surgery. They worked us to the bone and whipped us into peak human condition teaching us how to fight, strategize, spy, and all of the other things that we could possibly need to win. After all of that though,153 of us still died during the augmentation process. Those of us that survived though, became one-man armies, in of ourselves.
We were the Titans. Legends and heroes for our troops, but the most terrifying demons for our adversaries. After more than a decade of bloody conflict, what started out as a 20 man squad was down to only 6 battle-hardened warriors.
We set out from the airbase on that faithful day, on yet another mission. After tens of thousands of them, it was just another on the list. Or so we thought. It was that day, that humanity decided that it had had enough, and though that it was about time that it got to fucking off into the afterlife. It was that day, that the bombs fell.
Flying at the edge of the atmosphere, we could see it all happen before our eyes. Bright lights that used to be cities, and towns flashing into bright flashes of blinding light before fading into towering mushroom clouds that reached space. The blast waves of the detonations visibly rippling across the earth in mesmerizing pulsations, that wiped out everything in its wake. It was silent in the dropship as we all tried to wrap our minds around the fact that everything was gone. Hours later, as we returned to what had been the base that we had taken off from, all we saw was scorched earth and mere stubs of buildings.
40 years later: 4 kilometers under what used to be Russia.
I was the only one left. They were gone. All of them. I gazed at a picture of my squad, the 20 of us grinning at the camera still dressed in our armor. We had taken it after our first mission, what feels like thousands of years ago, and with a sigh, I put it back into my pocket.
[Time skip: 6 months ago]
6 months ago, I had found the remains of a bunker up in northern Russia, and when I took a look at it, I discovered a lift that was still operational. After traveling 4 kilometers through what had once been a sprawling underground complex, but what was now rusted and decayed beyond recognition, I found an experimental warhead. CZ-01 is what was written in faded lettering on the side, and after searching around, I found a few systems still operational.
[Present time]
I had found a few things in my search of the facility, and one of them was what the warhead was. Compound Zeta, The very thing that was grafted into my bones, and what the material that the U.S. had found in that meteorite. The (at that time, newly resuscitated soviet union) had found a way to destabilize, the compound, and had made a bomb out of it. It was projected to be capable of creating over 11 billion kelvin in heat, therefore if it was detonated, it would set the atmosphere on fire, and glass the planet turning the surface into slag. Coincidentally, I have also found a way of detonating it, by pouring all of the energy that I have stockpiled up inside of me into it, therefore setting off the reaction.
I have made my choice. As the last man on earth, and the last human for all of eternity, I will end it here, and mankind is going to go out with the biggest bang that I can give it.
I have lugged the bomb onto the surface, and I lean on it for a few minutes, watching the sunset for one last time. As it slowly dips below the horizon, I take one last look at the photo, before pumping all of my energy into the bomb. As it begins to pulsate with energy, I turn and salute all of humanity that has come before me, as it finally blows, and everything goes black.