Humanity at it’s Finest
Day 1: 2:00am:
Darkness. That is all I can see outside of the soft glow of the candle on my desk. No streetlights, no soft buzzing from my parent’s TV down the hallway, and no faint glimmer from nightlight that was located in the hallway. I awoke in sudden darkness, due to the nightmare that happened again. Traces echoed around me, teasing me from the darkness. I huddled closer the candlelight hoping to find some safety in the light. Hopefully, the outage would not last. I closed my eyes slowly pulling the blanket across my face. Sending one last prayer to some unknown power, I went back to the land of dreams and nightmares.
Day 7: 3:00pm:
It’s been one week since anyone was able to get any form of electricity. I can only write now during sun light hours, due to all the candles now being pucks of wax, no longer useful. My parents are becoming agressive, with all this additional stress and no more distractions. Our cell phones have been long dead. I can hear people wondering around outside, not sure what to do with themselves anymore. People are now starting to talk to each other and explore the world around them more. This could be a good thing.
Day 30: 7:00am:
Mornings are the only time I can ever have any quiet. I feel like my head will split apart if I hear any more yelling. There are voices that are blaming the government punishing us for something. Some are blaming wild animals chewing the lines. Other’s, like my parents, are blaming each other for chosing to live here. I stay in my room most of the time. That is where I feel the safest. I watch the world slowly desend into chaos from my window while it is light. It gets worse during the darkness. Evil uses it as a cover. I am usually curled up in a corner trying to block out all of the screams, praying for daylight to come quicker. Everyone is starting to lose their humanity.
Day 90 6:00pm:
Humanity is gone. The government tried to step in and prevent mass chaos, but they were easily overtaken. There seems to be no hope left. I believe my parents have been murdered, I can no longer hear their criticisms. I am too scared to leave my bedroom. The screams are now during the daylight as well. I can’t escape the sounds anymore. I can hear scavangers downstairs, hoping to find anything someone may have missed before. The sounds keep getting closer to my door. This is worse than anything I could have imagined, worse than my constant nightmares. There is pounding on my door now. I once again send a prayer to some unknown power. Please save m...