Nights End.

Chapter 1

Darkness.

Darkness has come upon this world, and the only light is ourselves surviving this brutal catastrophe we call home. And it's funny to call it that, because all it really is, is the devils playground. Not a day goes by without seeing the sight of another being dying in a painful horror. Not one. But it has became a daily routine for me, to watch innocent souls decease in front of you. It doesn't effect me anymore, although maybe it's because of how deeply it had scarred me. Living through another day makes me relieved, but the deep feelings of anxiety and depression occurs more. Surviving all of this is almost like receiving a very valuable trophie. But in the morning you awaken, you need to earn it again.

Day 587.

I draw the long stroke across the paper, aside the hundreds of others. The paper has gone yellow, spots of blood and dirty fingerprints are scattered along the edges. These signal the days that I've been alone throughout this journey. If it meant by how many days it was since the whole planet came crashing down, it would be 596. But that's not what it was intended for.

The basement shook, as people run over my unfriendly home. I live in my uncles bungalow, have been for this whole time since the incident. It's really the only place I feel safe, I barely go back up to the house because it's been vandalised and looted. And every time I do, I fall to the ground in emotional pain. I see pictures of my family, and good memories consume my mind that are not wanted, not anymore. I don't let myself bring anything down here that reminds me of my loved ones. It's just too much for me.

Gun shots are heard, and I gasp while gripping my diary with my dry fingers. I close my eyes and rest my head on the pillow, and listen to the sounds that are terrifying to me. It becomes silent after a few minutes, and I rise from my bed and go to the bottles of water I had supplied yesterday. A year and a half ago, I wouldn't be stealing from anybody. But I was in desperate need, and running into a families home was the closest I had gotten to anything that would keep me alive. It's all about your own life now, you can't provide for anyone else. And I've learnt that from past experiences.

I sip on the bottle, placing it back onto the counter top. I reach into the cabinet, looking for any signs of food. Nothing. I knew I was in desperate need, I couldn't just survive on water. I sigh out of frustration, holding the table with a tight grip. I hate going out, facing the dangers of other humans. Them running around over my head is dangerous, you never know who could see the hatchet, blast it open and kill me. And running around with them up there is a death sentence.

I grab my knife, placing it inside my bag along with water and my lucky locket. I tighten my shoe laces, trying to forgot about my racing heart. Here I go.

I hadn't been out since yesterday, and I can already see how much the colour of the trees and grass had changed. They were More dead than my family. Uncle Niclas' house is even more ruined, and I don't think for a second to step inside. I'm surprised to see no one around right now, but I'm more then glad.

I walked for about an hour on a large dry paddock, looking for anything to eat on. I found Nothing but dead corpses and bullet shells. I was hoping to find an animal, but I unfortunately didn't. There wasn't anything here. And I certainly didn't want to go into the suburbs. I look up, seeing a few streets up ahead. Maybe I should?

I was questioning my safety, I wasn't sure I would make it back home without getting shot. But I had to take the chance. I look up, and start to walk in the direction of the suburb. The wind was harsh, and I gripped my knife with fear. My steps were slow and hesitant as I came closer to the houses.

I stepped onto the road and huff. this place was so silent I could hear the trees whistling. I felt slightly calmer, I didn't believe anybody dangerous was here. Or chaotic, since nobody has yet ran at me with a chainsaw. I walks down the concrete, passing the severely damaged houses. 'Hell has risen to the surface'  was one of the things written on the brick walls. I couldn't agree more to that statement.

My bag was slipping from my shoulder, and the knife was slippery with sweat. I go to place it back into my bag, but I hear a shout that makes me look up in utter panic.

"Hello! Are you ready to die?" This guy swings a butcher knife to my stomach, but misses when I jolt back. I cry out In terror, and run back towards the paddocks.

He's following behind, yelling out disgusting things. Which makes me run even faster. I drop all my things, and my heart aches in sadness as I remember about my locket.

I run towards an open shed I see from afar, My heart is racing and all I can think about is this crazy man and his weapon. My chest hurts, and the long thick grass and the heat isn't helping me at all. I come to the shed and run side, slamming the door and looking for any locks. None at all. I walk backwards towards the furthest corner, hiding behind a small table. This was the only hiding place I could find, but it's not much of a hiding place when they know where you are. My legs were aching, cuts and scars all over my thighs.

I cry out in panic, not sure how much longer I have to live. I crouch even lower to floor, ready for the door to fly open. And it does.

This man Immediately see me, and walks over with a sly grin on his grotty face. He walks slowly towards me, the sound of his boots on the cement floor. All I do is hid my face, my loud sobs screaming through

"Do you have any last words?" This mans voice makes me sick, and I plug my ears.

"Please don't kill me, plea-" I close my eyes, then hear a Yelp and a horrifying sound of sliced flesh.

For a second, I believe it was myself. But I open my eyes and see the same man on the floor, with blood pooling on the ground. I gasp, and look up to see another guy standing over the dead. I couldn't See his face, it was shadowed by his hood, and his mouth and nose was covered by a cloth. All I could see were his eyes, and he was looking straight at me. They looked familiar, I just didn't know why. I didn't know how to react. Should I thank him? Should I run out that door before he even blinks?

Before I know it, He steps over the body and grabs my neck. I scream, looking into his eyes in utter fear. I immediately knew who those eyes belonged to. He holds the dagger to my neck, about to slit my throat before I said one single word, that stopped his movements and changed my fate.

"Harry?"