Facing The End

• Jacob Keiler, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2012

I was falling, just falling. I couldn't hear anything. I had my eyes closed. All I could see was black. The sun might have been right in my face, but I could just see black. I started to think about what I had done in my life.

My life was weird, bad. When I was young, everyone in the world had died. I was born just after he virus hit. For some unknown reason, I could see my whole life. I had to fend for myself. I worked myself up, became strong and learned how to supply myself with food. I turned twelve and that is when I started my search right there and then. I started to think about how I could repair humanity, how to restore life. I searched for ten years, looking for help. A sign. Another human being. I started thinking about what humanity would have been like. What I would have been like if the virus hadn't hit. Well, that's what I think it was. A virus.

In all that time I didn't speak to anyone, so I didn't talk, I was basically silent. I thought most of the time, to myself.

I turned twenty-two and I sat and thought about how I could start a quest ' to restart life'. I started to think, as I always do, that I should give up. I remembered a waterfall nearby. I walked there and jumped.

I opened my eyes to find myself hanging on a branch. I climbed up the tree and said; no screamed, 'I will face the end head on and not be a wimp at all!'

I started my search in hope of finding another human being.

Just like me.