The End

Noah waited impatiently on the mouth of a glowing abyss in a dark carve. Time ticked away knowingly, every click of the seconds hand on his wristwatch making humanity edge closer to the brink of doom. The world was to end in a matter of moments.

He had often bitterly chuckled at the irony of Fate. A month ago, he dreamed that the world was to end and he was responsible to choose the selective few who deserved to exist in the New World, rid of all its darker, malevolent entities. A voice of omnipresence and omniscience had spoken to him in his altered state of consciousness, telling him he had to be wise.

It was a remake of Noah’s Ark, only this time, it was happening NOW, and there wasn’t going to be a flood that washed over the continents – it was something more diabolic.

He woke up questioning his sanity and interrogating himself about whether he was going to take this seriously or not. He obviously couldn’t speak to anyone about it, with all the cases of schizophrenia being diagnosed to a hundred people every hour. He wasn’t crazy, that he was sure of. But then, on a random road trip he made after his dream, he slipped in a waterfall and slid amidst the moss-smoothed rocks until he hit the bottom. It was a stream that ran into a cave with this absurd, paranormal turquoise glow. That was when he was startled and felt like he was in an out-of-body experience. This was precisely the place he had seen in his dream.

Noah spent two weeks spying on the people he knew and people THEY knew, trying to determine who he would take with him to the so-called ‘New World’. He was only seventeen: what was he to know of the good and bad? By the end of his hunt, he severely doubted whether he, himself, deserved to come out of the apocalypse alive.

He snapped back to the presence. The ticks of his watch were terribly synchronized with an untraceable dripping of water in the cave. Connected to the ground around the abyss was a shrine right above the pit, and all he saw was mist – illuminated to a light blue from the glow within the hollow – being devoured by the stalactites and stalagmites forming the jaw of the many tunnels the cave branched into.

He scrambled out to the surface, hoping to see Adam’s car headlights in the distance, or any sign that confirmed he was on his way. The land stretched out ahead for miles and ended abruptly with skyscrapers jutting out and distorting the horizon. Noah wasn’t sure whether it was his knowledge of the near future or whether the sky was actually forlorn.

Finally, he saw flashes of dim yellow and recognized Adam’s nonchalant voice calling from the distance. He blinked his own torch into the night as a signal.

Adam grinned when he spotted Noah and waved a black box at him. Noah raised a skeptical eyebrow and ignored the gesture. Adam had always been the one with the humour, the jester, even in serious situations.

They stood at the waterfall and paid a last glance to the only world they knew. Just as they began their descent, Adam opened the box and hit a button in it, and the city, in the distance, exploded into a cloud of fire that jumped at the dark sky like a death threat.

And then Noah felt the big box slam on his head and knock him unconscious.