The first flakes of snow began to fall. People rushed outside, not with excitement. But with fear.
It was the middle of the summer. Yesterday, bikini season was at a high, now it was sub zero. The weather reports hadn’t mentioned anything about this.
The end of the worlders were out in force; the whole country was in a state of panic.
By the time I opened my eyes the panic had died down and there was a silent lull.
At first I didn’t feel like anything was wrong. I went about the morning as usual. There was nothing to indicate that something was wrong. I lived by myself. I didn’t listen to the radio and I despised the news. I was in a bubble. It wasn’t until I opened the curtains to let in some natural sunlight that I questioned that something wasn’t right.
My hand froze at the window.
There was snow? How could there be snow? It was summer right? Or was it?
I began to get scared that I had been in a long coma and that I had woken up months after I had fallen asleep. But how could that be? I would’ve died surely how would I have gotten any nutrition?
Unanswered questions ran through my mind like a whirlwind.
Why was there snow? I searched around for my phone. Google would tell me what was going on.
But where the hell was it?
I started to retrace my steps, I couldn’t remember seeing it at all this morning. In fact I’m sure I hadn’t seen it since last night.
I ran over to my bedroom and frantically searched for it at no avail.
A thought popped into my head.
It had a really unhealthy habit of deciding to fall behind the back of my bed, every now and then.
I pulled my bed back in a frenzy, covers, mattress, bed frame.
My hand reached around blindly, fingertips grazing items that shouldn’t have been there. I really needed to clean behind here more often.
My hand finally located the phone and I clutched it to my body in triumph. Little clusters of dust decorated the screen.
I pressed the home button but nothing happened. It was dead. Typical.
What was going on? I plugged my phone into the socket and nothing happened. No electricity. This was getting even more scary.
I opened my door and ran into the corridor. There were no lights. It was eerily quiet. I knocked on my next door neighbours door. Nothing. I knocked on every door on the floor and nothing.
I was panicking, what was going on? Was this a prank? Was I being punk’d?
This was the end of the world, and I had missed it.
I sunk to the floor. I would die here all alone. I sat there waiting for the inevitable to happen. This really was the end.
I sat there contemplating my slow lonely death for what felt like hours (But was really a total of 20 minutes), when a figure stood in front of me. Clad in layers and layers of clothes. He held his hand out to me.
“Welcome to the new world,” he said with a smile.