The Final Hour

Part one

I sat on the edge of my bed and recalled the edges of my life . . . and heard then the clock strike its final hour . . .

I could her the nightingales singing outside my window, and I slowly closed my eyes. Recalling the past years, I could feel a sudden warmth rush through my heart, and a sudden sadness over what has happened.

I remembered the best sunrise I ever saw, sitting beside the one I love. How warm and safe it was . . . until the world embedded itself into this darkness. But I digress. It wasn't how it happened at all.

I guess I should start at the beginning. I thought back as far as I could remember, before I finally wrote this. The clock was chiming 11 p.m..

It all started on a rainy day . . . I remember this day perfectly well, because it was the day I got my last glimpse of the sunrise. My wife and I woke up early that morning to watch it rise. It was our one year anniversary. My plan was to watch the sunrise with her, then follow it with a nice walk through the park. I thought it would be a nice and quiet walk. Well I guess I was wrong. Luck wasn't on our side this day. It started to cloud over. But it wasn't rain clouds. But something much more different . . . something evil.

A week passed then a month. Some if not all of the plants died due to lack of sunlight. People became disoriented and angry. If it wasn't the UV light that the government put up, there would be no more humanity. Even though we had little plant life the air still became heavy and stagnate. But this was only the beginning of our struggle.

Three months went by without sunlight. Cities around the world fell, as people feel victim to the curse. Others spent their time praying to God, hoping that it would end soon. And the rest of us just waited for time to pass, and lived our lives like normal people,although time were harder than they had been. The government passed a law not long after the lights were turned on, that no power was to be used. So all available power was sent right to the lights. No one had a problem with this, but I must say that the city was not as bad as it ha been in the past. War and crime was almost non-existent. And the limit that the government out on food, nearly whipped out obesity.

The lights flickered on month four, leaving my wife and I frightened. Crime was on the rise again, as people looked for other sources of food and light. There were massive break-ins and murders, along with complete and total chaos. A city wide announcement said that the lights would be turned off at nine o clock every evening. This calmed the people, except a few . . .

One night around seven, My wife and I were walking along a park path, just enjoying each others company. This was a nice treat with all the chaos that has happened in the past five months.

We decided to sit down on a park bench just to take a little relaxation time, and what happened next was just a blur. All I can recall is a gunshot and holding my wife in my arms, slowly feeling her life drain away. I tried my best to stop all the bleeding but it just came out to fast. She . . . she was dying. And all I could do was watch and be with her until she headed into the light. With a last goodbye and a slight kiss to the forehead, I laid her to rest and said a small blessing.

With tears in my eyes and rage in my heart, I walked away from her. A small drizzle came down that day. And continues while my tears fall.

I reached our living quarters still in tears. Sitting on the sofa, I had to calm my emotions. I decided the best way to do that would be a shower. Gathering my belongings, I shuffled toward the shower . . . lighting some more candles along the way. Everything in our humble dwelling reminded me of her. The couch we cuddled on to watch movies, the small blanket we made to symbolize our love, even her hair brush. It was a great thing we still had running water. After a warm shower I decided to go to bed, it was late and the UV lights was already off. Locking up, I crashed on the sofa. My dreams were not really fit to be called dreams, but more like nightmares.

I woke up four times during slumber, each time recalling the past. I could still hear the shot, the feel of her warm blood running over me, and the slight drizzle that fell on me as I walked away. Each time, I wished it was a bad dream. Each time I found that I was wrong ..... and it hurt a little more each time.