Again the same, every day I went out as usual. I wanted to go to work, but my body wouldn't let me. I didn't know why. So tired, like something was going to happen...!
Year 2075, September 20th
Is this the end of humanity?
A question I asked myself every day, after showering and getting dressed. Time to go to work. Traveling by bus, the usual sight was a busy crowd of people struggling with a piece of wood with their fingers! Outside, everyone was like dogs with a branch; they were enslaved to it.
A few survivors had built a town called Survivors Town. Add it up, and half of the human race was gone. This was the last generation of mankind.
Who knows what will happen to this earth?
"Oh, who am I telling this to now?" In the pain of isolation, I didn't realize that I was alone, murmuring to myself.
Five months of survival! Only three of us!
Again the same. Every day, he woke up from his sleep and muttered, "So, this is the end of the world. Today, all three of us will die."
Vion tried to get up with his tired body.
"Vion... Vion!"
He heard someone yelling and suddenly remembered that "Vion" was his name.
"Why didn't you answer?"
He was shocked to see Ron, the friend he'd been expecting. Ron had gone in search of food two days ago, and Vion had been too weak to follow because of his illness.
"Where is Ayah?" Vion asked, his voice trembling.
"Where is he, Ron?! What happened?"
Ron was silent, his lips tight as if holding back a storm.
"They caught him," Ron said quietly.
Vion screamed in despair. "God! Why?! Why are you testing us like this?"
Tears streamed down his face, falling as heavily as blood from a wound.
Year 2075, April 27th (Four Months Ago)
A big river and tall buildings. But the river wasn't flowing with water, and the buildings weren't made of stone. The river carried a drink—his favorite drink—and the buildings were made of his favorite food.
He stood there, stunned.
"Is this real?" he whispered to himself.
And with a whimper, Vion jolted awake.
It was a dream. For the past two weeks, the same dream had haunted him.
I wish there was such a place. If such a place existed, it would be my heaven.
Suddenly, a knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. Vion opened the door, feeling the cold air rush in.
"Oh, it's so cold."
It was Ron.
"Ayah will come today," Ron said, pulling off his coat.
Vion smiled faintly. "He should come, and I can get to work," he said softly.
Both of them laughed out loud.
And then, suddenly, a loud noise shattered their moment of peace. They rushed outside in fear.
The fire roared in their eyes.
"An explosion," Ron muttered, frozen in place.
A building in the distance collapsed. Then another. Smaller buildings nearby followed, shattering as if the earth itself had declared war.
"Is this war? Or the end of the world?" Ron thought, terror gripping him.
Ayah appeared, snapping them out of their shock.
"Why are you standing here? Hurry to the bunker!"
Grabbing them both, Ayah shoved them into the bunker. Just as he slammed the door shut, their home was consumed in destruction.
Inside the bunker, silence and darkness wrapped around them.
"What happened here?" Vion asked faintly, regaining some strength.
Ayah's voice was calm but heavy. "Everything's destroyed. The house, the city—everything."
The noises outside had stopped, but the weight of the debris above made it impossible to open the bunker door. Ayah and Vion tried with all their might, but it wouldn't budge.
Time passed. They grew thirsty and tired.
Even more time passed.
"We're going to die here," Ayah whispered.
Suddenly, something strange began happening to Vion.
He disappeared.
Then reappeared.
His screams echoed through the confined space. "What is this?!"
"What's happening to you?" Ayah asked, fear tightening his chest.
It stopped just as suddenly as it started, leaving Vion exhausted and pale, his condition worsening.
Ron, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "What is going on here?"
Before any of them could answer, all three of them fainted.
A faint light. Voices in the distance. Fresh air.
Ayah slowly opened his eyes. He was no longer in the bunker.
"Where am I? Is this a dream?"
Vion patted Ayah's head gently. "Nothing is a dream. It all happened. Someone saved us."
"Rescue workers?" Ayah said, hope creeping into his voice.
Ron's suspicious tone cut through. "If they saved us, then why are we tied up here?"
At that moment, Vion disappeared again