The Dawn on hell

The Eternal Night

It's been 6 hours since the invasion started. I can't remember anything before the blast, knocking me out cold. The only thing I know is my little sister Dominique. I can't remember a thing about myself, my name, the day i was born, nothing.

Time skip

I've found a broken down shaft, to hide ourselves from the dreadful night that awaits us. I try to see if there are any clues about anything, I feel a lump in my left pocket, I take out the object that's forming a lump, only to see a note, it says Liam along with a word saying amnesia. I start putting the pieces together, this must be me. That explains why I can't remember a single thing, but why can I remember who my sister is. That's what I can't wrap my head around. Well I should stop worrying about that, the important thing I need to think about is our survival. By the looks of everything we must be caught up in a war-zone.

For now I should take it easy and rest, I don't want Dominique going on a panicking outburst. That's the last thing I need in a situation like this. But I need to know, who am I ? do I have parents? what was life before this conflict commenced, before this world was cracking into pieces. There's so much restricted information, things that are out of my reach, like memories I can't recall.

As time runs from my clutches, waiting for my sister to wake up from her slumber, each second agonising just like the other. There's anger swelling in the pit of my stomach; roaring, pounding on the walls to be free and erupting into explosions. I try to keep a calm facade and not drop my mask, for the sake of Dominique. Voices whisper in my head to leave her and let her rot pathetically, alone. My mind is screaming in anguish wanting to kill all humans, they are the reason I'm in this rotting pit of despair. Trying to survive because they had conflict over something they couldn't decide. How pathetic, involving others in their childish quarrel what fools. I should stop thinking like this, mourning over this won't make my situation any better, will it?

As I'm about to retreat to the other side of the shed to take a fair amount of rest, I hear a few distant shuffles behind me. I turn my head to see my four year old sister Dominique is wide awake, I take a few rushed steps towards her to see if she's doing fine. "Hey Dominique it's me Liam", I spoke to her hoping to get an answer but to no avail I get a silent treatment. I thought, maybe she might be shocked of what happened, wait no if she was shocked like every four year old would be crying their eyes out for their parents to reunite with them but only to be neglected in thier sight. She showed no signs of that, only a calm peaceful Dominique. "I know you must be confused, but it's all alright". Actually nothing is alright, people just say that to assure themselves, for their own benefit. I wish I could dig a deep hole and decay, not worrying about anything that is happening outside the pits of the forgotten- I snapped out of my abyssal trance.