Dan Amenta and his family woke up one morning to discover the world had changed. Apocalypse had arrived. They were surrounded by horrible disaster. They were surrounded by death, yet they were untouched by it. More and more they sensed that some sort of supernatural power had left them the only 3 people on Earth. They were not! The efforts to survive and find other people brought Dan to discover the disturbing truth about the human extermination. Dan and his family met Laura, who brought revelations about this catastrophe. The presence of Laura, a sexy, young, and disruptive girl, raises questions about what is right and ethical in this new reality. Other survivors report what they have seen, forcing Dan to find explanations in his own past. Ancient hallucinations strike Dan with the force of a sledgehammer. They bring him face-to-face with his new role in a scenario with roots millions of years old. Earth is in the hands of a higher, older power, but not the one Dan had envisioned throughout his life. —— “…even within the best intentions, cruelty is just around the corner.”
I saw her in my mind, vividly, and menacing. A cold shiver slid up my spine, a pair of eyes stared at me intensely, carving holes into my back. The burning sensation of a bullseye glued to my neck. Rollerblade girl was breathing hard behind me.
“Thanks for coming,” I said, still seated, and about to change position. I had the impression Rollerblade girl jolted when I opened my mouth.
“Who are you… And stay as you are, don’t turn to look at me! You didn’t trust me, I do not trust you.”
The voice was pleasant, that of a young woman. Not exactly afraid, not calm either. I tried to combine the few images I glimpsed the first time we saw her with this voice and tried to imagine with even more details the young woman. My gosh, I was there, hearing to another voice, a different voice than mine, Mary’s or Annah’s; after such a long time!
We lived a world deprived of laughter, children cries, chatters, the always present human murmuring that we gave for granted everywhere in the world. One can never feel the presence of something as strongly as when it is no more; the void replaces what once gave us reassurance, continuity, fulfillment. Don’t people talk about the deafening sound of silence? I experienced in a flash the unbearable weight of emptiness.
She had a charming voice, with a pleasant Italian accent. The kind of voice which makes you look for its owner in a bar or at a restaurant. When the charm of the voice marries with the charm of the person then one is gratified with the pleasure of having discovered harmony in human incarnation. She sounded determined. I didn’t move.
“Well, I do trust you now. I would not be here sitting like that otherwise. The people you saw are my wife and daughter. And they were worried for me. They still are. They… I… we wouldn’t have hurt you.”
“Where are you coming from? Do you know what happened? Is everyone dead? How can that be true?”
“From out of town, in the countryside, and could you stop shooting questions like darts?”
She paused for a second.
“Funny you are saying that…”
I didn’t make out the meaning of her last remark.
“Don’t stand up… Turn around slowly.”
With the help of both hands, I twisted around, slowly, as she requested. Rollerblade girl was firmly standing her ground. She was fit, a rather athletic body, dressed entirely in black if not for a peach colored top that I could perceive, more than see, from her semi-opened zipped black leather jacket, hiding a full breast. Her recent “shopping” from the mall, no doubts. She wore black jeans, tight and low waisted. Perfectly sculpting her figure. A rebellious lock of black hair refused to be constrained by the black helmet she was wearing. Her eyes invisible behind dark sunglasses. She was very attractive, and she kept a crossbow pointed right at me!
“Well, I am at your mercy it seems. I assure you, I am totally alone.” I noticed she was glancing around for the presence of others.
“Ok Mister, what do we do now?”
“Honestly? May I stretch my legs? They are starting to hurt.”
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