Little by little, her eyelids fluttered and participated in the opening process just like the caterpillar metamorphosing into a butterfly with the world giving audience to the first opening of its wings. Even now, the world was the only audience she had; a somewhat silent audience with little whispers here and there. Exuding little strength, she lifted her torso and sat on what should have been a perfectly tarred road. As she finally adjusted her eyes to her surroundings, no one could have prepared her for the image that was projected before her eyes.
She began to mutter the Lord’s Prayer, hands shaking and heart beating rapidly. As she was about to ask for the daily bread, her memories came rushing back in, like raging currents of the ocean. She suddenly cried out “Where is everybody?” Unfortunately, there was no one to give her the answer and the ruins didn’t speak English. Then, it became clearer and for a second, she thought she was in hell and the devil was playing some kind of mind game with her. She tried to calm herself down first but it seemed like calm was offline.
She remembered her family- Papa, Mama, her brothers: Albert and Isaac. Yes, they were huddled together with the rest of the town folks in the town hall watching the reports of how the world was slowly going under. They were all together because they knew the disasters were coming for them. Some countries had earthquakes; others had tsunamis and yet, some were razed by wildfires. It was the apocalypse- they said. Mama had assured her that God had finally come to take them and there was always pain before gain. The last thing she remembered was Mama’s smile before the tornado separated them.
After replaying her last memories before the disaster, she had many questions to ask “Am I the only survivor? Why did I survive?” Her brain couldn’t grasp the reality of the situation. Was she the guardian of the Apocalypse? Perhaps, her name was Apocalypha (Calypha for short). She scolded herself inwardly that this was not the time for making up silly things. Like a solution to her problem, she heard a high-pitched cry coming from behind a big stone. She made her way through the ruins, avoiding dangerous building materials and clearing the path.
“Thank heavens I’m not alone”, she thought. She had just found a little girl who looked to be about four or five. She knew this child; this was Leila, the youngest daughter of the mayor. She picked Leila up and began to pet her, whispering words of hope (at least she thought they were). Deep down, she had this unsettling feeling that something worse was coming. Suddenly, she heard the sound of water rushing like an angry mob. She lifted her eyes and she saw the waves coming towards them like an army charging forward in battle. She knew that death had come and she begged God to just take them this time. To seal the deal, she went on her knees hugging Leila, who was already quiet. She closed her eyes, allowing the calm before the storm literally. She continued from where she stopped: “Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis, et dimitte nobis debita nostra…” the water swallowed the girls and the words. The apocalypse had been paid in full.
Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis, et dimitte nobis debita nostra… – Latin for “Give us our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses”