The world begins to reset on Feb 24. It starts over from midnight Feb 24 until 11:59 PM. No-one knows why. I spend my time heading to a university in
a big city, Talking to people, ect.
I'm at home, talking to my parents about it. No one in the world knows why the
reset is happening. Every government in the world has relieved that they have no idea what
is going on. Infrastructure resets, but peoples memories remain unaltered.
Some people tried to stay up through the night, but lose their memories of the hour of the
reset. I reset one month once rather than a day. I remain optimistic, claiming that
everyone is now immortal, and only infrastructure will reset.
Many people have some strange theories. None of them seem viable.
Its the middle of the night, I am walking around a military base in the area. I see an
area with some activity. I climb over the walls to see what is going on. I see men
mobilizing in trucks.
I follow them to see where they are headed. They arrive at a church or something that I
have been to before. I see a massive green light bouncing around the sky an area of the
church I've been before, a type of alter or something.
I'm standing with guards and military personnel. They have no idea what is happening. I
talk to a man in charge, says he has no idea what this is. Guns are trained on it. From my
view, its happening on the other side of a one story building.
When the green flaring dies down, the military shoots smoke and flares to illuminate the
area. We move in past the first story building. But as we pass the building, the ground
cracks and bulges upwards, and "lava" begins pouring in. I run around. I look back to see
people being consumed by the "lava". They are screaming in the most horrible tone I have
ever heard. I run into the alter area. There, 4 soldiers are standing, guns trained on the
alter. Two portraits sit above the cracked and blood stained structure.
This is what the portraits used to look like before this crazy shit was happening.
In the past, the portraits resembled some silhouette paintings. The first was a painting of a silhouette horse standing under a balcony, also silhouette. In the background is a overview of a small valley town.
The other looked like this.
When I arrived there at this point, this is what they looked like.
The horse is covered in blood, and appears to be saluting the viewer by having its front leg resting on its head.
The two people floating on their backs have their arms limp, eyeballs torn out of their
sockets and hanging down. On both portraits, the black is sharply contrasted by the red of
blood.
The ground begins welling up. I escape with a soldier through a 2 story window. As I
jump out the window, I see lights across the horizon. I hear screams from all around. I
look down as I am falling. I see the dead black horse, covered in blood, positioned as if
saluting me with its front leg resting on its head. At this point, I realized everyone is doomed. We can do nothing to prevent this from happening, over and over and over.
The most terror I have ever felt washes over me.
The soldier quickly says we need to get out of here. I ask him if he has a gun. He hands
it to me. I look to the horizon, aim the gun at my head, and pull the trigger.
The world resets with no memory of the event.