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Two weeks in May was all it took.
One minute life was normal, the next everything stopped. Cars crashing, planes plummeting from the sky, no communication, no electronics of any kind. The world got loud, then very quiet. Fear will do that.
Everyone hid hoping that somehow it would be fixed. Instead the sun became poison, killing most everything it touched. And what it didn’t kill, it turned into death.
The thing that gave the planet life, took it all away in a raging fury, then simply went back to being the sun.
The world, lost everything. The few that were able to escape alive, emerged into a new world. A world without connection or control. A blank and barren land. It didn’t take long for the takers to band together in ruthless scavenger mobs.
There were helpers too, much fewer it seemed. The Scavvies recruited like the warlords before. The Helpers did their best to evade them and liberate those who wanted to share instead of hoard. Apparently, war is a matter of human nature, no matter how much or how little there is to fight over.
Some call it Judgement Day and bemoan that they were not lifted away before it rained down, some call it the Apocalypse and think the Scavvies are zombies.
Me? I call it May Day. The day the Earth sent out a distress signal, unheard by anyone except those of us trapped on this dying planet.
Fiction © Copyright Bailey Hunter
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Bailey is a publisher with Dark Recesses Press.
Dark Recesses Press is a publishing house dedicated to providing high quality dark fiction in its many forms to the reader. Our end goal is to impress and entertain, no matter what dark recesses we dare shine our light on.