It seemed that every time I opened the door they were there. They followed me when I walked and even when I drove. They were everywhere. And, no, it wasn’t just my imagination since a few people commented on it.
The wings were beginning to drive me crazy. Why was I being shadowed so?
We all know what happened next, and the less said, the better.
Yep, lucky me, I was a survivor. A one in perhaps ten million survivor.
Only it wasn’t luck.
As I explored the new, emptier world, I still had my constant companions. The wings stopped bothering me and became welcome.
The world was not just emptier, it was lonelier and so I tried to communicate with my new “friends”. I slowly began to understand them.
No, it wasn’t luck.
I discovered that I was the region’s appointed survivor.
They knew it was coming and wanted a representative human to keep around for a while. You know, as a warning.
For some reason, they chose me.
And so here I am, the appointed one, watching as the world heals from centuries of misuse.
OK, I wrote another dark one, but at least the plot is a bit different than the last two week’s stories, which had identical plots.