I don’t think we realized how important technology was to our world until it’s gone. All our entertainment came from it. Our information. Our communication. Our light. When it all disappeared and darkness consumed us, so did panic.

People ran to the only source of light left, the sun. And for a few hours, all was still. But then that left us, and the brief anxiety from earlier exploded into something worst. We scrambled over each other to find anything to save us from the darkness. Food. Blankets. Anything.

We didn't care who fell to the ground and were trampled. We didn't care about the families we tore apart in the chaos. We didn't care.

The monsters who had to hide from the light now emerged. Murders, thieves, and worse came out of their hiding holes. They walked among us and committed their heinous crimes right in front of us. But we were only concerned with ourselves.

The sun rose and that tenuous peace returned. And everyone prayed that it would stay. That the comforts we had become so used to would return. That everything would become normal.

It wasn’t. And it wouldn’t be for days. Weeks. Months.

The government had no way to tell us everything would be okay. The police tried to maintain order, but the sheer numbers overwhelmed them. The laws that made up our world fell apart. Giant fights for resources broke out every hour. Power-hungry narcissists gained power over small communities. Thousands died right in the streets. And no one did anything.

When the power returned, the normal that was expected didn't. The world had been broken beyond repair. Nothing would ever be the same.