Hello everybody. This is just the prologue of my story that I am writing. I will hopefully publish the next chapter by the end of the week. I welcome constructive criticism and thank you for reading.
Prologue
Without sleep a man goes crazy. Luckily for me, everyone's already crazy. I haven't slept for more than an hour for months. I'd lie in bed, afraid to close my eyes. Afraid to let my guard down. When I did manage to close my eyes and doze off, I couldn't stop picturing all the dead. Family, friends, all gone. I couldn't do it without waking up and feeling like ending it. So now I don't sleep. I try not to think as well. I try not to focus on anything or remember anything. It makes life simple. It makes life easy. It makes the time go by faster. I don't know what's ahead of me, but I'm waiting for it. Waiting for something. Watching the time pass. Wishing it would speed up. I feel like I did as a child, waiting for the school bell to ring. When the bell would ring, I would be free and I would go home. The only problem, I don't know what will happen when the bell rings.
I don't think about the past, too sad. It's depressing. I don't think about the future either. There's no point to it. Just getting your hopes up when you know there is none. At first, everyone turned to God for hope. Even the ones who just a few weeks earlier would have sworn that He didn't exist. When faced with certain destruction, everyone looks to the higher power. It's so hypocritical, so human. After a few months, most people gave up, realizing God had abandoned them. I kept on believing. Hoping, praying, living. I thought that, if you had faith, it couldn't hurt and if He did exist, you'd win in the end. But if you don't believe, and He doesn't exist, you gain nothing. So you might as well believe.
Later I realized something, having faith hurts.
All I'm left with to think about unfortunately is the present. And that's the worst. The present has past from the realm of the living, to that of the dead. After about six months, there were more people dead then living. I live in a dead world, a Godless world. It was as if the planet itself died. Walking down a lifeless road, I heard nothing. Once bustling with people, busy with their life, now completely empty. Silence took on a whole new meaning that day.