The End of Times Part I
December 21 2012, I will never forget this terrible date. We all thought it could never happen. Not to us. Not to God’s good children. We are sinners at heart, but we believed that the Almighty would protect us from true horror. This has not been the case, at least for me. On this date, the powers of the world unleashed their deadly weapons against each other. Within the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with with flying missiles that would detonate to end mankind. We had long feared it since the development of nuclear technology. It has now happened.
I, Patrick Riley, a good man, a priest, a sinner, have witnessed this event. I am writing this story to whomever may find it. I have spend the last five years of my life searching for anyone. I would have never believed that there is truly no one left. I am using this red pen to write my story. There signifies the blood that has been spilt across the land. This small book, which I am using to write in, shall always be here. No matter what may happen to me, my words will forever be down on paper.
I will start my tale by giving a short recap of events which led up to mankind’s downfall. In the year 2012, global tensions came to a head. Russia, China, the United States, Britain went to war. The reasons as to exactly why are still sketchy in my memory. I do recall that China had was becoming the world superpower and many country’s were putting sanctions against this communist country. By 2012, China released its anger upon the countries. We all stood huddled in front of our television sets waiting to hear where these weapons would land and ways we could possibly survive.
I remember the newscaster’s face. A young blond woman with tears in her eyes. She told us that an estimated 5 million people would be gone once the missile found its target. In retaliation, the three other superpowers launched their weapons for retaliation. I, who had been living in a small apartment in Washington Heights, Manhattan new there was no way out. I did the only thing I knew to do…run! I ran down seven flights of stairs and went into the subway station. I followed the tunnel as far as it would go.
There were no trains running and no one to be seen on any of the station platforms I passed. I sat huddled in the darkness of the tunnel. Outside, I heard nothing. The silence was deafening. Suddenly, there was a great roar. The ground and walls began to shake. Plaster fell from the ceiling. I accepted my fate there in the dark. There was no running. For where would I go. Better to meet my maker down here in the dark than to go outside to be burned to cinders.
