The End of Times Part II
I sat there huddled in the darkness. My mind racing. Wondering when the end would come. These walls could not hold back the horror that was taking place above me. Hours passed. Silence was the only sound that could be heard. It seemed I somehow had survived this calamity. I got up and walked to the next train station. I looked up at the stations sign. It read “Canal Street.” I had walked all the way to downtown Manhattan. I decided to stay down in the station for a few days. Maybe someone would come.
I walked over to the exit which would have led out into the street. There was a large iron door that had been put in place. Did they expect it to hold against the radiation? Whoever designed it, I owe them so much. They kept me alive. But what for. What if I was the only survivor? Would it have been worth it? Will I eventually die from starvation? I decided to trust in God. I believed he would show me the way. Whatever fate that may be, I was willing to accept it.
