Unease gnawed at my gut. I opened my eyes the sight confused me, a gentle white light shone into my eyes, blinding me slightly, I put up my hand to shield them, and looked around, the walls were crumbling, the couches and coffee table was gone. So was the carpet. I stood up slowly the wooden beams of the roof were sagging and I could see holes in parts of it a strange light shone through it the same light that was bathing me in a warm glow, the carpet I slept on was now dirt, nothing remained not even the underlay. My bag was still in the same place, although it looked older, where the coffee table was my dairy was now sitting on the floor the pen and ink beside it. Everything looked older the diary was curling in on itself, and the pages where yellowing. I turned to the bag, it looked okay nice if a little worn. I had no idea what had happened but already my survival instincts where kicking in, as well as a worry for Lucas and April. I went and picked up the diary, I opened it to the last page I wrote in. The ink was fading and the paper was yellow, but there was something else not quite right, indents on the other side. I turned the page quickly. Someone with a really messy handwriting had written in the diary, the ink was old and fading just like the rest but I took no notice, I was too caught up in what it said.
To whomever reads this,
God’s wrath has finally come upon us. The end of the world is nigh, and all of us have caused it. Forgive me father for I have sinned I have not headed your call, I thought I was a man of God. I thought wrong. We are all DOOMED. An angel appeared to me last night in the form of a girl I once knew. Full of innocence and hope. She asked me to do one simple task, I failed. I know she was an angel because she said the Holy Lord’s Prayer with me in Latin, no girl these days would know it. Alas forgive me Lord I have failed you; she disappeared without a trace this morning leaving her bag shoes and book here. I can see it happening in my head, the end. It’s playing over and over, there is a bright flash of light and every human dies. Inner cities are reduced to rubble in seconds. I can feel it; everything waits with baited breath for the Human plague to be rid of on this world.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
For I am not worthy.
That was all it said. There was no doubt that the priest wrote it. I let out my breath realising that I was holding it in. I ran over to my shoes and put them on, showing the diary, pen and ink into the bag I closed it and went into the interior of the church. It looked almost the same as it had the night before apart from the layer of dust coating everything, but it felt, eerie. I shivered, not with the cold and felt Goosebumps travel the length of my spine. Trying to remain calm I slowly went to the double doors. I had a sudden feeling that if I opened them something bad would happen. I realised I would need protection of some kind I had no idea what had happened but from what was written in my diary I decided to make it clear that I did have a weapon. I opened my bag again and rummaged around for the knife Lucas had put in there for me; once I got it out along with a small sheath I put it on my belt. My heart started to race as I put my hand on the door, I pulled the knife out carefully, the silver blade glinted in the dim light from the stain glass windows, the handle was carved bone rough but easy to grip. I pulled on the door slightly it opened just a crack; I could feel my heartbeat pounding through my ears. A small sliver of white light shone through the cracks lighting up the church and blinding me; when my vision returned sunlight was peeking through the open door but an instant later a big shape blocked it back out. My breath caught in my throat. I froze like a rabbit in the glare of headlights. Something sniffed, it sounded big, I stayed where I was, and it sniffed again. Then a deep rumbling growl shook me back to my senses. Whatever was on the other side of the door, it was big, very big. And it sounded hungry. I took a small step backwards; the thing growled again I took another step back. Quick as a flash the door slammed backwards with enough force to break the hinges, the door went flying missing me by a millimeter. My hands started to shake as I saw what was in front of me; it was like a gigantic shaggy dog. It was as tall as me and full of muscle, I knew there was no way I could fight this or run. I decided to make its meal as unpleasant as possible. Holding my shaking hand in front of me with the knife in it I growled in the most animal way I could. A cloud covered the sun, and it started to get dark really fast. The beast’s eyes looked me over. It growled back challenging me.
“You want a fight!?” I yelled at it, meeting its challenge,
“I’ll kill you, you hungry prick!” I thought of my mother trying to hit me and the fires of anger in my belly roared up covering everything else.
“Come get me!” I screamed. The beast didn’t know what to make of me; I could tell it usually had to chase to get its meals. I was confusing it. I screamed wordlessly at it. It growled, I screamed again, my vocal chords were getting hoarse. It whimpered, reminding me of Bobby, I stopped screaming, and that was all it needed to decide, it pounced. I sliced. It hit me and I realised that I couldn’t win I was going to die. A hot liquid landed on my face, the beast whimpered in pain. Then all of its weight collapsed on me and I knew no more.
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