They Called It The Apocalpse

Epilogue - 6 months later

The seeds fitted easily into the ground, hugged but the pre made holes of the farm apparatus, he poked them further in with a gloves thumb then set to work on the next. The sun above wreaked havoc on his skin, baking him to a tanned shade of gold as he worked out in the fields. On his head a floppy straw hat sat sideways, shielding his face from the sun. It was quiet except for the sound of the sprinklers, watering the crops in a defensive barrier against the suns scorching onslaught. He took a step forwards, fishing another seed from his pouch and planting it tenderly into the soil when a loud bang echoed through the field, birds shot up out of the crops and cawed tonelessly as they flapped into the shy. Jason stood up straight and stared over at the house, clutching the handful of seeds tighter than before. He knew that sound, it was like seeing a face from the past, he could recognise it instantly. It was the sound of a gun shot. He kept his brown eyes trained on the house for a second, whilst the blue clouds rolled on by up ahead and the sun continued to shine its deadly rays onto his back. A gentle breeze blew past, ruffling the fabric of his shirt and breezing past his beige slacks. It was a moment of calm, things seemed to stand still, the world went on around him except the humidity in the air had risen and a heavy weight lay on his chest. He was about to go back to work when the alarm started to blare. It came quick and heavy, screaming rapidly at him in warning and he froze, for a second listing the possible reasons for the alarm. It could be an outbreak of sickness, or a threat of some other kind, or the crops could be on fire. He turned to gaze across the fields, nothing seemed different, out of the ordinary or off, except the familiar figure wasn't standing in the bottom field like usual. Jason's eyes drew back to the house, locking onto the figure that had just emerged from the door of the farm house. He couldn't make them out at first, though they were moving fast towards him. They waved their hands frantically and Jason frowned, he'd assumed it was Mabel but now that they were getting closer he could see that they were thinner and more lean than she ever had been. Their long curled hair bounced as they ran towards him and suddenly, he recognised the face trying to flag him down. Her dress, which used to be a pale blue, had been substituted for a lilac and she again wore the inconvenient ballet pump shoes. She waved at him with slender arms and her mouth moved open and closed like clockwork. Her voice echoed across the field, high pitched and panicked as she gambolled towards him. The seeds fell from his hands, littering the muddy banks of the crop field, his face went slack as fear and panic boiled up inside. Hank was missing from his usual post and she was running towards him. He got the feeling that something had gone wrong in their little corner of paradise, and as she approached up the hill, red-faced and sweating, he remembered Cassie, beautiful and adventurous, and paradise fell from the shelf and shattered into a tiny pieces.