124 Desolated Reality POV (2/2)

The shotgun in my hands stops anyone with ill intention from getting close to me.

They rather stalk easier prey, such as the countless girls.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

Rape is rampant now days, and cannibalism is on the rise from the amount of people are missing every day. Young. Old. As long as they have some meats, it didn't matter.

This is what society has been reduced to. This is what we have been reduced to.

Everywhere I look, houses are emptied and looted and torched. There is nothing left.

Nothing left but enter the merciful night.

I return home emptyhanded like yesterday and the day before. Joshua and Misha have fainted. They are still breathing. Still breathing barely. There is nothing I can do for them except an easy release.

An easy release from this suffering.

God. Please let my children into your embrace.

Just let their sufferings stop even if I am burning in hell.

I pray and pray before spilling gasolines around the house. This is the best I can do since I am unable to give them a proper burial. Even if I have the strength, I don't want them to fill someone's stomach.

Oh God. Oh God.

Tearfully, I check my shotgun. Two shells stare back at me. Then one shell. Then there was none. Only ringing sound in my ears accompany my sorrow. My overwhelming sorry.

”Please forgive me, Joshua. Please forgive me, Misha. Please for give this father of yours.”

I call out repeatedly as I load another shell into the shotgun. Flames burn brightly all around me, and they reveal what sins I have committed.

What I have committed!

Oh God! Oh God!

Taking a life is a sin. Taking one's own life is a sin. I am going straight to hell for what I am have done, for what I have done.

I truly am, but at least I can send my children to heaven instead.

It is the only thing I can do for them.

It is the last thing I can do for them. Please forgive me. Joshua. Misha. Stephanie.

With the barrel in my mouth, I pull the trigger and enter the night.

I have thought that is the end. I truly have!

But I found myself waking up on the couch with my head and brain completely intact.

They were not splattered all over the wall and floor before a raging inferno takes me into hell.

However, they are hurting.

It feels like a massive hangover as if I have been drinking my body weight in alcohol last night.

A scream pulls me out of the couch and out into the corridor.

It was Stephanie. She is yelling at her mother.

Tears running down her face along with overwhelming anger.

She is angry. She is furious. She is full of hatred.

Hatred towards her mother. Her adopted mother.

My wife is utterly shocked. It is like she has seen a ghost.

I have the same expression as her, seeing Joshua and Misha standing up the staircase. My beloved son and daughter are as shocked as me.

”How could you! How could you!? You gave me to those monsters! Those fucking monsters! And for what? For just a can of food!? For just a can of food!?”

I am unable to comprehend what is happening.

It was all a dream, right. All a dream, right?

”Dad! Oh God Dad! I am so happy to see you! Please don't let her take me away! Please don't let her! She is a monster!”

Stephanie hugs me tight, and my wife remains speechless. Utterly speechless.

Guilts and fears plaster on her face, and she immediately run out of the house.

As my wife did so, violence erupts throughout the streets with people crashing through their windows and rolling on the withering lawn. The lawn that once has been covered with lively green grasses not just too long.

Countless people are shouting at each other, cursing each other for all the things they have done. For all the things they have committed. No. For all the things that they will committed.

It isn't a dream. It isn't a dream. Not a dream at all.

With Stephanie in my arms, my eyes look towards the calendar hanging on the wall. My heart almost gives out.

1st of January 2000.

It is too late. It is already too late.

The world will fall into ruin after this day, and there is nothing anyone can stop it.

My arms tighten around my daughter, realizing that I will have to kill them again. Not just two of my children, but all three of my children.

I cannot help but cry. But cry at the inevitability.

Why God!? Why!? Is this my hell? My personal hell?

But before tears could stream down my eyes like unending waterfall, the world rumbles heavily and the cloudless sky casts a massive shadow over the entire neighborhood.

People in the street have stopped what they are doing and stare at the sky in utter shock. This includes my wife, who just didn't know where to go.

What are they all looking at?

What? What?

I need to know.

Once I slowly exit the front door and stepping on the withering lawn, I look upwards with my children.

All our jaws slacken as a massive spherical spaceship blocks out the sun and much of the sky itself. Not just one ship, but dozens of titanic ships.

They are moving slowly across the sky, and they are shaking the entire world as they did.

”Wow. It's Independent Day!”