This Is How It Ends

As a child she believed of something that lived in the dark abyss of the universe now, after being proved right, she was left with no family, no friends, no anybody. She was alone in the remains of a world that had once been.
The Recall invaded our solar system within the space of three minutes. The humans had no idea that these were their final three minutes alive.
The tiny insignificant mundane lifeforms stared up into the sky in wonder as one by one the bright stars went out. They were doomed.
It all happened in stages as another blossoming life form disappeared into ash, 4.54 billion years all to be forgotten and never to be remembered again.

She was on her own. Or so it seemed.


1. The Colonisation

“William!” the screech was ear-splitting but compared to the cries of desperation coming from all angles of the city this call was unheard and muffled.

    The girl watched in complete horror as her eldest brother staggered across the open road which was lined with cold, unmoving and abandoned corpses. His left arm had deteriorated and the microorganisms had begun to poison his thick warm blood, the legs on which he stood buckled at the knees whenever he dared to take another stride and his expression was an alarming twist of discomfort, prayer and shear torture.

      From beside the girl a woman, most probably her mother, thundered out onto the road in desperation to save her son. This was an act of love but only ended in the wickedest end for both of them. As they neared the rickety aged shelter they both exchanged a look of distress and the one expression which was always known as indescribable; they both knew that the end was here.  

         “No!” The girl sobbed as she stood there, unable to move, unable to draw breath and unable to watch any longer. Her hand was there in minutes, shielding her gaze from what would scar her persistently.  After what felt like hours the girl relocated her hand away from her glance of suffering, her gaze was met with expected tragedy.

       Out there, in the road, was her mother. Her body looked auburn and bloodshot against the burning blaze of the city as she lay there, limp and lifeless; her slowly ageing physique was curled up as if she were asleep but no short or exaggerated pant escaped her mouth. “William?” The girl croaked craning her neck to investigate out onto the road; William was nowhere to be seen.

        The girl wasn’t going to go this unaccompanied, surely not. She was strong, she was independent, she was determined and she was undoubtedly her father’s daughter. Tears trickled over her lashes and leaked onto her cheeks in a murky stream in the depths of the hollowing darkness.

     “Stop crying…” A soft and forgiving voice hushed. Her eyes snapped open and were vulnerable in distress; they came inches away from brown chocolate pools filled with sadness, matching her own. “William?” She breathed a minor sigh of relief. Her brother extended a caring hand and brushed away his sibling’s tears with his calloused thumbs. “Shhh….” He hissed pressing his index finger to his lips.  “I can’t stay here much longer, you know that.” He told her, the girl opened her mouth to protest but was silenced by his sudden use of speech. “No, I told you this was it. I’m going to join the revolution. Go to the countryside, the mountains, wherever is safest. No matter what happens I promise you, I will find you again. I love you…”

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