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Last night I survived the end of the world.
I remember running, a voice inside my head telling me I had to get as far away as I could before it happened, although I didn't really know what "it" was. I remember breaking out on to an open green space after the shelter of pine trees, just as the grass started to heave and buckle beneath me feet. I lost my footing, and stumbled and was tossed about like a rag doll in a tumble-dryer. More than once I nearly passed out, but I didn't. I knew I mustn't. I knew that if I lost consciousness I'd loose everything... I would never awake again.
Then all of a sudden the ground settled in it's new, uneven form, and the dust started to clear. As I began to stand and assess my aching body i was acutely aware of the strange new grip that silence had over everything. There were no birds singing, no traffic sounds... no wind or anything - just a complete absence of noise.
I felt in my pocket for my mobile phone, and when I produced it I wasn't surprised to see the screen was shattered... Somehow I knew that even if it hadn't been broken, I would have gotten no signal, and even if I had, there would be no one to call.
I spent an eerie afternoon alone, walking about in the silence, hoping that I might bump into another survivor, or even catch some glimpse of surviving animal life and yet gradually I came to the realisation that I was truly the last. When darkness began to draw in I wondered if my time was now up too, and when I finally collapsed into a fitful sleep, it was wrought with dreams full of ghosts of the people I had left behind.
When I awoke I was unsure if I had, it was still dark and I wondered if the sun had finally caught up with civilisation and terminated also. I was cold through, and forlorn, and I made my way about trying to find something to eat before settling upon a rocky outcrop to contemplate my fate.
Why me? Was this some punishment for a crime I could no longer remember comitting? Had the end of the world somehow been my fault? Perhaps the opposite was true and I had instead been spared the terrible fate that had befallen the rest of my race? Surely this couldn't have been the case? There we thousands more worthy than I, and If this was indeed some deliverance it certainly didn't meet my idea of "a lucky break". Perhaps I had some new purpose to fulfil, although how I hoped to achieve this without any knowledge as to what it could be was a mystery to me... Eventually I resolved to document my experience so far in the hopes to find some answers in the process.
And now, as I sit alone in the silence and write, tiny golden cracks appear on the dark horizon in the distance. A soft warmth creeps into the world once more and for an instant the terror and fear leave me... The sky lightens, and I hear a flurry above me as a single feather falls down to the grounded beside me.
Suddenly, I feel, that somehow, everything's going to be ok.
I remember running, a voice inside my head telling me I had to get as far away as I could before it happened, although I didn't really know what "it" was. I remember breaking out on to an open green space after the shelter of pine trees, just as the grass started to heave and buckle beneath me feet. I lost my footing, and stumbled and was tossed about like a rag doll in a tumble-dryer. More than once I nearly passed out, but I didn't. I knew I mustn't. I knew that if I lost consciousness I'd loose everything... I would never awake again.
Then all of a sudden the ground settled in it's new, uneven form, and the dust started to clear. As I began to stand and assess my aching body i was acutely aware of the strange new grip that silence had over everything. There were no birds singing, no traffic sounds... no wind or anything - just a complete absence of noise.
I felt in my pocket for my mobile phone, and when I produced it I wasn't surprised to see the screen was shattered... Somehow I knew that even if it hadn't been broken, I would have gotten no signal, and even if I had, there would be no one to call.
I spent an eerie afternoon alone, walking about in the silence, hoping that I might bump into another survivor, or even catch some glimpse of surviving animal life and yet gradually I came to the realisation that I was truly the last. When darkness began to draw in I wondered if my time was now up too, and when I finally collapsed into a fitful sleep, it was wrought with dreams full of ghosts of the people I had left behind.
When I awoke I was unsure if I had, it was still dark and I wondered if the sun had finally caught up with civilisation and terminated also. I was cold through, and forlorn, and I made my way about trying to find something to eat before settling upon a rocky outcrop to contemplate my fate.
Why me? Was this some punishment for a crime I could no longer remember comitting? Had the end of the world somehow been my fault? Perhaps the opposite was true and I had instead been spared the terrible fate that had befallen the rest of my race? Surely this couldn't have been the case? There we thousands more worthy than I, and If this was indeed some deliverance it certainly didn't meet my idea of "a lucky break". Perhaps I had some new purpose to fulfil, although how I hoped to achieve this without any knowledge as to what it could be was a mystery to me... Eventually I resolved to document my experience so far in the hopes to find some answers in the process.
And now, as I sit alone in the silence and write, tiny golden cracks appear on the dark horizon in the distance. A soft warmth creeps into the world once more and for an instant the terror and fear leave me... The sky lightens, and I hear a flurry above me as a single feather falls down to the grounded beside me.
Suddenly, I feel, that somehow, everything's going to be ok.
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Oh, I didn't know that you wrote! This was a nice little narrative... Upon the request of several friends, I actually just finished reading the first Hunger Games book today and was reminded of it while reading your piece.