Rapture.

I cautiously speed-walked down the street. Between west and sycamore street. This town was abandoned, ever since the rapture. Nothing has ever been the same. I was once just a janitor in a hospital and now I'm on the run from a gang of scavengers. I was never into the bible, God didn't seem real. My youth brought me nothing but misfortune and heartache. My mother was a big believer along with my dad. They got taken. I prayed a hundred prayers all my life but it wasn't enough. Not to save me from my sins.

I heard afar in the distance the sound of roaring engines. They were here. I looked at the clock desperately waiting for it to strike 10. It was the time the bells rang. Resembling a once peaceful calling to church now the sound the reigns control over the entire world. Or what's left of it. I ran up the stair fearing them entering the house for shelter. I had no weapons, nothing to defend myself. I heard them get closer and closer as-- RING RING RING RING.

I hold my hand covering my mouth. I stop breathing. Listening to whether it whether or not they're stopping at the house I'm in. Until I hear a scream. A loud horrible scream. When you're out at 10 they take you. I don't know who or what. But the earth is as still and quiet as it's ever been. The houses are looted, the streets have overgrown grass the lays just above the knees. Everything is natural and beautiful. But nobody is a good person on earth. They've done things and I've done things. I sleep no more for I have awoken my demons and this is my hell. There's no escape for me.

Nothing can change my past and now I wait and watch time pass as there is nothing that I can do. But wait to die.