October 7

Believing Rat

As the world came to a close my ancestors thought it was the end of our kind. However we were more resilient then they’d originally thought. We had survived on the remnants of human technology and reclaimed this desolate world from the powers that once ruled it. The creatures in the heavens have given us this world and we will not give it back. I stepped into the colony, back from a scavenging run. The colony was a tomb of iron and concrete inhabited by the remains of the rats that were alive. It kept us safe from the heavens destruction and it would us safe for the days following. From the scavenging trip I’d had I bought back a piece of metal and a shard of glass. The elder rats weren’t amused but it was better than dying. I fled into my quarters to continue what kept me from losing my will to live, I read a book. However this book was special. I’d never known how to exactly decipher human language but from what rats have discovered over the course of 300 years was impressive. From what I could understand the book was called “The Holy Bible”, and it was sacred. The elders thought it had filled me with lies and misled my beliefs but I had faith that it was true. I’d learnt that the creature that came from the heavens was a beast with seven heads and ten horns with a woman arrayed in purple and scarlet resting atop it. The seven heads represented the seven kings with no kingdom that revived an hour of authority over the beast. The woman carried a gold cup with the horrors of immorality inside it and she had a mystery branded onto her forehead “Babylon the great, the mother of harlots and of the abominations of the Earth”. I knew of the men. The four of seven horsemen awoken by the lamb. Conquest, Famine, War and Death. The harbingers of the divine apocalypse. I thought it had to be true. It must’ve been. That was the reason the world was in ruin. it had to have been true. Then I read the texts my ancestors had written they suggested that the apocalypse was cause by explosions raining from the sky coming east. I was torn as I read that. “Was it real?” I asked to myself. “Yes it was,” Answered back my thoughts. I felt like I’d already lost that will to live now. Perhaps that was the truth. Perhaps I was lied to. Perhaps neither were right. I felt like I’d finally snapped my mentality.

August 5

Pitiful Rat

I emerged from the sewers of a once fertile world. As I emerged I saw wrecks of buildings, scorched earth and ruined concrete. I gazed upon the ashen trees burnt to the ground by nuclear firestorms. The sun seemed to be burning twice as bright as it used to. The city surrounding me was left in ruin. I ventured into the remains of one of the houses looking for another rat or anything left. This house seemed to be mostly intact apart from the water dripping in the kitchen, the noise was unsettling, like the heat and the thought of this house once prospering. It was only until I went up what was left of some stairs when I found one of the people that lived here. There was a dead child laying in bed. As I looked at the skeleton of this child I couldn’t help but feel what the child felt before he went to sleep, perhaps dying while asleep was the best fate for a child, or maybe he was hiding from the atomic bombardment under his covers. Then I heard the drip from downstairs again, yet this time it was accompanied by a different sound, the sound of breathing. I inched my way down the stairs trying not to make any noise. Once I glanced into the kitchen I discovered something moving, it was a dog. It didn’t seem to notice me as it was enthralled with the water dripping from the ceiling. As I carefully approached it I could make out a faint name on a collar around the dogs neck, it read ‘Muffy’. “Muffy,” I whispered, suddenly the dogs attention snapped onto me and it ran towards me and then made a dead stop in front of my paws. It looked down at me with ruffled fur that was missing patches and it was drooling irradiated saliva. I looked back at it, it was mercilessly panting looking at me with fluorescent eyes filled with hope. But as soon as I had a closer inspection of this beast I knew it was poisoned and had to be put down. I walked outside watching closely as the dog followed behind me, I went around to the side of the house where there was a dumpster and a broken window. I said loudly “Muffy!”, the dog came eagerly. I examined the ground and found a shard of glass, I then picked it up and decided his fate. I looked down pitifully on the dogs corpse, perhaps now it can rest in piece. I sighed and wiped a tear off my eye…