End of Days

When he learns that he only has twenty four hours left to live, Rick asks himself the question of what he should do with his last day alive......

Originally a short story that I entered into a competition, it isn't as great as I had originally planned, due to a word limitation of the competition. I am not going to go back and revise my old works at this time, however, so this is the original submitted version. I may one day release an extended version however......

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5. Section 5

I know it may seem like a fraggish move, but I’d rather not talk about what happened when I got to the warehouse. I’m not saying that for my own sake, but rather for Aria’s. On the off chance that she ever hears this story, I’d rather her not have to know the depravity of the men that had taken her mother. Suffice it to say that I’m sure she’ll have scars both physically and mentally from what they did to her there.

            She didn’t want to come with me at first, but once I mentioned that her daughter was safe, she agreed. She fell asleep on the drive back, exhausted from her ordeal. When I woke her back at the apartment complex, she screamed before she realized where she was.

            When I opened the door to my apartment Aria yelled out, “Mommy!”

            Running over to her daughter, the mother hugged her tightly, and started crying. Once the reunion had calmed down, she turned to me as asked, “How can I ever repay you for what you’ve done for us?”

            “Take your daughter and get out of the city. This is no place for a kid to grow up,” Is all I could say.

            The mother just nodded her head, and led them out the door. As they were walking out, Aria said to me, “Thank you, Rick.”

            Watching them leave, I suddenly understood something. Despite all the horrors of this city, the capacity for people to do good here still exists. They just have to find a reason. And that’s why I’m recording this scan. This is what happened during my last day in this world.

            As the sun begins to set, I’m sitting here on the roof of my apartment complex, telling my story, so that maybe someone else who hears it will be able to find a little hope. When I’m done, I’m going to put the chip that this is on in an envelope and slip it under the door of that bar I was talking about. I know it’s not the payment that the barkeep wanted, but at least it’s better than nothing.

            After that, I don’t know what I’m going to do with my last few hours. Maybe I’ll go try and stop some of those screams that are always present on the streets as night. Maybe I won’t. I’m no hero, and it really isn’t my place to interfere where I don’t belong. Still, I’m glad that I did interfere, just this once. I don’t know if it’s really any form of atonement for all the frag I’ve done over the years, and frankly, I don’t give a frag. I can’t think of a better way to have spent my last day though. Well, okay, maybe a few.

            Still, this is the best way I could think to end it. I think I’ll sit here a little while longer. This sunset is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.

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