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Chapter 13 - Chapter 013- The tragedy 2

The brilliant light that had bathed the world for days suddenly vanished, plunging everything into an abyss darker than night.

It felt as if a dark abyss had ascended from hell itself, swallowing the light and leaving only the blazing flames and the chaotic cries of desperate people. From my perspective, it looked like the end of the world was beginning.

I stood frozen, paralyzed by the scene unfolding around me. Everywhere I looked, there were people shouting, crying out for help, their faces twisted in terror and despair.

The flames cast eerie shadows on their frantic movements, creating a nightmarish landscape. I felt a sinking dread in the pit of my stomach, my mind struggling to process the sheer magnitude of the chaos. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning debris, making it hard to breathe.

My thoughts raced, a chaotic jumble of fear and confusion. What was happening? How could everything have gone so wrong so quickly?

My body felt heavy, almost numb, as if weighed down by the collective suffering around me. I was trapped in a state of shock, my senses overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the unfolding disaster.

"Alex! Alex! Alex!"

The sound of my name being called repeatedly pulled me out of my stupor. I blinked, my vision clearing just enough to see Sheila shaking me by the shoulders. Her face was a mixture of concern and urgency.

"M-mom... my mom. My phone, it's not here, I left it at my house," I stammered, my voice trembling.

"Calm down first, Alex. I know you're worried about your mom, but you've got to calm yourself down!" Sheila said, her hands moving to massage my arms in a soothing motion.

She was right. Panicking wouldn't help. I needed to calm down. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. Inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale... 

"You're doing a good job, Alex. Marco, check the people and see if anyone needs help. Don't hesitate to help them," Sheila said, her tone firm and commanding. Marco nodded and went off to assist others.

As I watched them, I couldn't help but marvel at their composure. Were they used to this kind of chaos? How could they stay so calm?

"I'm good now, Sheila. Thanks," I said, my voice steadier.

"Okay, that's good. Now, let's go find your mom. Do you know where she is right now?" Sheila asked.

"She's at the hospital, in the West End. She works there as a nurse," I replied.

Sheila nodded. "Stay here for a bit," she instructed before walking a little distance away to make a phone call.

I stood there, trying to keep my mind from wandering to dark places. The wait felt like an eternity, but finally, Sheila returned.

"Let's go. We're going to your mom," she said, tossing me a helmet. "Now, hop on."

I hurriedly put on the helmet and got on the bike behind her. We sped off, the wind whipping past us as we navigated through the chaotic streets. The scenes we passed were harrowing buildings ablaze, people running in all directions, the wail of sirens piercing the night.

As we rode, it became clear that the chaos wasn't confined to just the market area. The entire city seemed to be in the throes of some apocalyptic event.

The once familiar streets were now unrecognizable, transformed into a battleground. Cars were overturned, storefronts shattered, and the pervasive glow of fires illuminated the night, casting long, flickering shadows.

It seemed like the apocalypse had started. The end of the world, as the theorists and religious leaders had speculated, was happening right before my eyes. My mind struggled to grasp the enormity of it all. Was this the fate of humanity? To be plunged into chaos and darkness without warning?

After what felt like an eternity, we finally reached the hospital. I jumped off the bike and ran towards the entrance, where a crowd had gathered.

"Mom! Mom! It's me, Alex!" I shouted, pushing through the throng of people.

"Have you seen my mom? She works here," I asked desperately, but they all shook their heads, looking just as frightened and lost as I felt.

"Miss, have you seen my mom? I'm Alex, her son. She works here," I pleaded with a woman who seemed to be a staff member.

"A-Alex, your mom is Matilda, right?" she replied, her voice shaking.

"Yes, yes, that's her. Where is she?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"S-she... she was inside. We managed to get out earlier, but she went back in to save some children who were trapped. She hasn't come out yet," the woman said, tears streaming down her face.

Scene 15: The Abyss Descends

The brilliant light that had bathed the world for days suddenly vanished, plunging everything into an abyss darker than night. It felt as if a dark abyss had ascended from hell itself, swallowing the light and leaving only the blazing flames and the chaotic cries of desperate people. From my perspective, it looked like the end of the world was beginning.

I stood frozen, paralyzed by the scene unfolding around me. Everywhere I looked, there were people shouting, crying out for help, their faces twisted in terror and despair. The flames cast eerie shadows on their frantic movements, creating a nightmarish landscape. I felt a sinking dread in the pit of my stomach, my mind struggling to process the sheer magnitude of the chaos. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning debris, making it hard to breathe.

My thoughts raced, a chaotic jumble of fear and confusion. What was happening? How could everything have gone so wrong so quickly? My body felt heavy, almost numb, as if weighed down by the collective suffering around me. I was trapped in a state of shock, my senses overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the unfolding disaster.

"Alex! Alex! Alex!"

The sound of my name being called repeatedly pulled me out of my stupor. I blinked, my vision clearing just enough to see Sheila shaking me by the shoulders. Her face was a mixture of concern and urgency.

"M-mom... my mom. My phone, it's not here, I left it at my house," I stammered, my voice trembling.

"Calm down first, Alex. I know you're worried about your mom, but you've got to calm yourself down!" Sheila said, her hands moving to massage my arms in a soothing motion.

She was right. Panicking wouldn't help. I needed to calm down. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. Inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale...

"You're doing a good job, Alex. Marco, check the people and see if anyone needs help. Don't hesitate to help them," Sheila said, her tone firm and commanding. Marco nodded and went off to assist others.

As I watched them, I couldn't help but marvel at their composure. Were they used to this kind of chaos? How could they stay so calm?

"I'm good now, Sheila. Thanks," I said, my voice steadier.

"Okay, that's good. Now, let's go find your mom. Do you know where she is right now?" Sheila asked.

"She's at the hospital, in the West End. She works there as a nurse," I replied.

Sheila nodded. "Stay here for a bit," she instructed before walking a little distance away to make a phone call.

I stood there, trying to keep my mind from wandering to dark places. The wait felt like an eternity, but finally, Sheila returned.

"Let's go. We're going to your mom," she said, tossing me a helmet. "Now, hop on."

I hurriedly put on the helmet and got on the bike behind her. We sped off, the wind whipping past us as we navigated through the chaotic streets. The scenes we passed were harrowing—buildings ablaze, people running in all directions, the wail of sirens piercing the night.

As we rode, it became clear that the chaos wasn't confined to just the market area. The entire city seemed to be in the throes of some apocalyptic event. The once familiar streets were now unrecognizable, transformed into a battleground. Cars were overturned, storefronts shattered, and the pervasive glow of fires illuminated the night, casting long, flickering shadows.

It seemed like the apocalypse had started. The end of the world, as the theorists and religious leaders had speculated, was happening right before my eyes. My mind struggled to grasp the enormity of it all. Was this the fate of humanity? To be plunged into chaos and darkness without warning?

After what felt like an eternity, we finally reached the hospital. I jumped off the bike and ran towards the entrance, where a crowd had gathered.

"Mom! Mom! It's me, Alex!" I shouted, pushing through the throng of people.

"Have you seen my mom? She works here," I asked desperately, but they all shook their heads, looking just as frightened and lost as I felt.

"Miss, have you seen my mom? I'm Alex, her son. She works here," I pleaded with a woman who seemed to be a staff member.

"A-Alex, your mom is Matilda, right?" she replied, her voice shaking.

"Yes, yes, that's her. Where is she?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"S-she... she was inside. We managed to get out earlier, but she went back in to save some children who were trapped. She hasn't come out yet," the woman said, tears streaming down her face.

"No... Mom," I whispered, feeling my strength drain away. My ears rang, and the world seemed to blur around me. The cold, hard grip of despair tightened around my heart. My body felt like it was moving in slow motion, the sounds of chaos around me fading into a dull roar.

"Alex!" A voice broke through the fog of my despair. I turned to see my mom running towards me, her face a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

"Mom!" I shouted, starting to run towards her. But before I could reach her, a dark shape lunged at her side, knocking her to the ground. I watched in horror as a creature bit into her shoulder, my mom gasping in pain.

Time seemed to freeze. I stood there, paralyzed, as a torrent of emotions surged through me—fear, anger, shock, and a helpless, overwhelming sorrow. What was happening? Why was this happening? My mind raced, unable to process the scene before me.

"MOM!" I screamed, my voice raw with desperation.

I wanted to move, to do something, but my body refused to obey. The world around me seemed to spin, the flames and smoke creating a surreal, nightmarish landscape. The creature continued its assault, and I could see my mom struggling, her eyes pleading for help.

I took a step forward, then another, my movements slow and disjointed. The emotions boiling inside me threatened to overwhelm my senses, but I couldn't afford to break down now. I had to save her. I had to do something.

But what could I do? I was just a kid, caught in the middle of a catastrophe I didn't understand. The creature was unlike anything I had ever seen, its form monstrous and otherworldly. How could I possibly fight it?

"Alex, get back!" Sheila's voice cut through the haze. She rushed forward, pulling a knife from her belt and driving it into the creature's side. It let out a hideous screech, releasing its grip on my mom and turning its attention to Sheila.

"Mom, are you okay?" I asked, dropping to my knees beside her.

"I'm fine, Alex. Just a scratch," she lied, wincing as she tried to move.

Sheila was still battling the creature, her movements swift and precise. Despite the chaos, she remained focused and determined, her eyes never leaving her target. Marco appeared beside her, swinging a metal pipe and delivering a crushing blow to the creature's head. It collapsed with a sickening thud, its body twitching before going still.

"We need to get out of here," Sheila said, breathing heavily. "There might be more of these things around."

I helped my mom to her feet, supporting her as we made our way back to the parking lot. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but one thing was clear—I couldn't let anything happen to her. Not now, not ever.

As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the devastation around us. The hospital, once a place of healing and hope, was now a scene of destruction. Windows were shattered, and the walls were scorched by fire. People lay injured and crying out for help, their faces etched with pain and fear.

Sheila led us to a nearby car, urging us inside. "We'll be safe here for now," she said, locking the doors and turning on the engine.

"Thank you, Sheila," I said, my voice trembling with gratitude. "You saved us."

"Don't mention it, Alex. We're in this together," she replied, giving me a reassuring smile.

As we drove away from the hospital, I looked out the window at the burning city. The radiant light that had once bathed everything in an otherworldly glow was gone, replaced by darkness and chaos. The streets were filled with people running and screaming, their faces masks of terror. It was like something out of a nightmare, but it was all too real.

I held my mom's hand tightly, my heart aching with worry. She was injured, but alive. We had made it through the initial chaos, but I knew this was only the beginning. Whatever was happening, it was far from over.

"We need to find a safe place," Sheila said, her eyes scanning the road ahead. "Somewhere we can regroup and figure out our next move."

"Do you have any idea what's going on?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I have a few theories, but nothing concrete," she replied. "All I know is that we need to stick together and stay vigilant. This isn't over yet."

As we drove through the darkened streets, my mind kept drifting back to the events of the past week. The radiant light, the strange phenomena, the chaos that had ensued—it all seemed like a terrible dream. But it was real, and we had to find a way to survive.

I glanced at my mom, who was resting with her eyes closed, her breathing steady.

Mom... please be okay...