The blinding light was the natural alarm of which I had already grown used to. You can say what you like about humanity, but the human race adapt quite rapidly.
I rose slowly, stretching and yawning as the scorching heat of the day rolled through the air. It was a surprising, intense heat; a heat that you could only get used to. I had learned to ignored it , and I did so well. I looked down, staring at my campsite. The sheets and rags scattered around the floor of the forest, and the tarpaulin above did its job, but the old, damp, mouldy smell was nauseating. I packed my belongings (however measly they were) and left. I didn’t have very many happy memories from the world, but to relive my worst memory from my previous life would have been the best experience in this new world.
As I was bathed in the full glare of the sunlight, I peered mournfully out at the once-beautiful landscape that was laid out before me. The grief overtook my mind as I stared at the blackened, ugly remains of the world as small groups of Neanderthal-like people sluggishly moved around this new, disgusting Earth.
I felt like spitting on the ground, but I was afraid that it would evaporate before it would even hit the floor.
I yawned again before setting off to walk along the rocky, perilous mountain-edges. I’d grown used to the nerves that smashed into me as I peered down and seeing the horrifying drop, but the nerves were there nonetheless. I was looking down at my feet as they trudged reluctantly along the black, rocky floor, my old, shabby boots plastered in dried mud. The sky stared down from above, taunting me. Ridiculing me. I felt angry, but I had no one to direct my fury at. I’d given up on the idea of a god when he seemed to have left the Earth on its own. And the humans inside that Earth could not hold it up. They didn’t care-- they didn’t even know what they were doing. But it was too late now.
My journey was one that I had made every day, yet a new outcome seemed to always appear. It would have been exciting and new, but even the new excited things were dull and boring to me.
I saw my destination appear up ahead. I walked faster, knowing that I wouldn’t have to move for much longer. Moving, breathing, living- it had all become a chore. Something that I wish I didn’t have to do, but did anyway.
The dark cave was familiar and unwelcome. I walked into it, feeling my way through the winding tunnels until I saw a light. How cliché;the light at the end of the tunnel. But this light was nothing to do with God or hope. It just meant that this was all real, and still happening. I took a deep breath as I entered into the light.