Tales of the Apocalypse, #6
John opened the drawer and hastily picked his belongings.
He left the building in a hurry, still shaking, not knowing if he should talk to someone about it.
He headed to a supermarket far away from his house, so that no one would know him, and stocked up on as much canned food as he could, especially meat.
He drove his vehicle back home and made sure nobody else was around when he took out the groceries.
After everything was stored in his home, he left one last time.
He walked for a bit and finally went into a shop for a haircut.
He went back home, locked himself up, and waited.
He had been among the first to know and he had taken advantage of that information.
There was some remorse on the back of his mind, but everyone would have access to the same information just a few hours later; he had just given himself a few extra hours.
For now, he waited.
In a few days, the city would be a mess. Maybe even before, as everybody would certainly panic.
They’d be under attack, they’d be infected, it would be contagious, it would last for at least a few weeks.
All he had to do was stay put and not call any attention to himself as everybody else out there dealt with the situation.
Luckily, he had caught the transmission just at the end of his shift.
He knew what it meant.
Four days to the apocalypse.
And who would have figured that, after years of barely any communication, they would receive a stray message from Earth to warn the colony of its impending doom?
