The End

Prologue

Running. Still running. Forever running. And what did I do to deserve it? Nothing.

I dash across the soft undergrowth of the jungle. I feel more comfortable in this setting now. Its dew-covered leaves brushing against my legs and the sounds of unfamiliar creatures ringing in my ears. But now it's time to leave this place and search for a new one. A new home. Well, more of a new base than home. I abandoned my home weeks ago.

When people said that the world was going to end, I didn't know what to expect. A flood. A meteor. And a God. Someone that would save everyone worth being saved. That was what my religion was based on. But now I'm not so sure. Earth is as good as dead, due to our population of fifty seven people. And no God has appeared to rescue us. So what was the point of believing in something that isn't real?

I'll admit, suicide has come to my mind a few times. Turning myself over to them. I, along with lots of other people, have no reason to live. Everyone I cared for is gone. I wouldn't be letting anyone down if I died. I don't have love or hope. Hope. Like there is such thing as hope. To us, hope is a fantasy. Not realistic.

But as I run, I spot this light. A light showering down from the clouds. White and pure. And then I think a wild thought. What if I was wrong? What if there is a little hope concealed in this cloud of darkness?