The End of the World or A New Beginning Part Two

Author’s Note: These prompts are my attempt at working on writing fiction. I may not always follow the cards exactly, but it is me writing fiction. My first few attempts at fiction happened five years ago on Vocal Media, and on medium.com.

The photo above was found at the site above, but no longer. Not sure how to find it now or credit it.

Puny Humans — Cards against normality prompt: Sometimes it really is the end of the world. How would your story change if the stakes were cataclysmic?

A comet will smash into the Earth in 24 hours. What would your hero do?

Imagine your story in a post apocalyptic world. What would change? What might stay the same?

What if your hero was the invader? Consider the story if she was the conqueror rather than the conquered.

Waking up this morning in a familiar place that is unfamiliar in so many ways. My plan was to find out more about the Indigo people that were mentioned on the radio. Yes, I found a radio station, ME-SHINOB. It can't be too far from me. I am in my home state, and with the Anishinabe (Me-Shinob).

It will be important for me to find a means of transportation. It appears the world as I knew it is not the same, and travel has gone back centuries, well, at least decades. I did find a horse grazing in the field by an older model car.

My day is going to be spent fixing up the place, as I am staying here for now. It was my parents' home, when I left. I can make some minor changes that will make it more comfortable to stay here. I won't take over my parent's room but rather move into the guest bedroom. I sure miss my parents.

As I was outside picking up and putting away a few of the tools and my things that needed storage for now, I heard a horse and buggy pull into the yard. There were my parents, I was so relieved. I ran over to them and embraced them like I never have!

They were so happy to see me, and that I was alive and well. When NASA was no longer, there was no communication about how we were on the moon, or if we would ever be coming home, they told me. They hadn't given up hope and even though they could have left with my sister, they stayed to greet me upon my return.

That meant my sister had gone to visit other relatives and friends overseas. When I asked how bad this change was, I was pleased to hear that it wasn't a bad change.

They agreed that the young people may not agree, as much of their connections to friends has changed, and many of their friends are no longer here. Again, the world as we knew it has changed, and we have to adjust.

And it is easier for the older ones as many remember the days where many had no running water, had outhouses, and no electricity. That is how it is today they explained.

They explained that their favorite part was getting back to nature. To raising their own food, to keeping a few animals, hunting and fishing are necessary now they said.

Dad said, "It's a good thing we have helpers. Sam will be around this afternoon to help us in the garden, and now that you are here, you will help as well."

I thought perhaps I would plan to find out how I may fit in to be helpful in this new world. I will still do that, even though my parents may have other plans for me. I wonder who this Sam is. I don't remember a Sam in their friends' group.