December 21- A Story

This is a work of fiction. It in no way represents my views of what will actually happen or what did happen.

December 21, 2012

Midnight

 

            Oh my God. It happened. It actually happened. The Mayans were right. The world ended and we are now in a post-apocalyptic world, with no electricity or running water or gas or anything. I have no idea what we are going to do. Chris and I seem to be the only survivors but it is impossible to tell. Our babies survived but I now wonder if it will be up to us to repopulate the whole world. How are we going to do this? I’m so scared. I’m so worried. I thought that I was right about this, but I was WRONG!! Very wrong!!I will right more as I can. There needs to be a record of what has gone on and what will happen for future generations. This is history; very scary history but history nonetheless.

December 25, 2012

Christmas Day

Midnight

            I am still in shock over what happened. Let me explain what has happened and what I was doing.

On the 21^st, I was cooking some treats up for Chris’s bandmates and our family; that was to be my Christmas gift to pretty much everyone. We were blaring Christmas music in the house, and he was sitting with me, playing on the computer. Suddenly, the lights flickered and I rolled my eyes, thinking nothing of it. Suddenly, it lit up as brightly as the day and a roaring was heard. Then silence and darkness. The street lights were out, the electricity was out, even the gas was out. We couldn’t get the faucets to turn on, nothing would work. I was crying a little by now, fearful, but Chris was calm and collected, as always. Since the treats I was baking for everyone was basically ruined by now, we tossed them out and went to bed, thinking everything would be better in the morning. It wasn’t.

            When we woke up, there was a haze on the ground of the Earth; at least, where we live. Chris covered his face with a mask and headed out to try and find some deer to shoot with his bow and arrow. The world was so still and silent, I didn’t think he’d find anything. Luckily, he did.

            I cannot write anymore. I simply can’t bear this!!

 

 

January 1, 2013

New Year’s Day

Midnight

            So far, we have managed to survive on Chris’s hunting skills.  I worry for the cats, though, because we have no way to care for them as we once did. Modern conveniences were certainly very handy when we had them. We have no way to reach anyone to see if all are okay and there is a haze over the ground. I’m not sure if the haze is flammable or if it is. I am still scared. I am also, as silly as this may sound, waiting on zombies to appear on the horizon to devour us. I hope and pray that is one thing that everyone was wrong about because I really do not want to live in a zombie apocalypse. Or die in one. Whichever may be the case.

 

March 24, 2013

Chris’s Birthday

Midnight

            Briefly the lights came back on. Perhaps I am hallucinating. Chris seems to be more worried about me. I had hoped to have a family, love, parties.. This is horrible. I can’t take anymore. I wish to die….

 

March 26, 2013

Our Anniversary

Midnight

            I don’t know what to do. I feel as if I am slowly losing my mind. I have stopped speaking to Chris and I have stopped interacting with the cats or him. I stay in bed and I rise just long enough to write this. I wish to laugh hysterically and cry. I wish to die. But Chris wills me to live. Koga stays with me as well. Am I truly deserving of such loyalty and love? Especially when I am wishing to pass from the misery of this world? My world has become this hell hole. I wish to die. I WISH TO DIE!!!!

 

April 9, 2013

My Birthday

Midnight

            I feel as if I will write no longer. I have not the will nor the care to. And who is to say that there will be future generations to write for? This is pointless and is only making my insanity worse. Yes. I am insane. And I frankly do not give a damn.

 

 

April 9, 2073

My 83^rd Birthday

Noon

            Sixty years ago, the world as we knew it ended. For years, electricity was gone, as was running water and natural gas. I lost my mind briefly but thankfully Chris worked to keep me sane. I am not sure how my children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren would have survived what we did.

            After my last journal entry, one day, I tried to stab myself. Nothing was making sense and I could not handle being in a post apocalyptic world any longer. I just wanted to die. I missed my family, my friends. I couldn’t bear the thought of living that way any longer. Oh, how weak I was. How silly. If I had only realized then what I know now, I would have saved Chris and myself a lot of heartache and woe. Chris saved me though.. from myself.

            As time went on, we adapted. I learned how to truly rough it. We learned how to care for ourselves, our children and our cats. We became a family..

And then I woke up from my dream.. my head on the table, and goodies baking in the oven. All well in the world. What a nightmare, eh?

Author's Note

Please keep in mind this is a work of fiction.

Reviews

[AnonymousLad]

Nice story. I loved the way you showed the protagonist's descent into near-insanity. But if the power and water went out like you described, would anybody's first instinct really be to go bow-hunting? I feel like I'd at least finish what's in the fridge before it went off :P