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The End



I am in a hotel room.

It is unclear who else is in the room. It must be my family. But I am uncertain. I know I am in the room with people I love.

The hotel room is in a building that towers above ground level, and we can see all the houses below.

I am in Hawaii I think. How I know that I do not know. All I know is that we are beside the ocean.

I feel unsettled as I look out the window. Something is compelling me to look outside the window. It is getting dark. But I know by right it should not be dark. It is midday. And then I see it.

In front of me a huge storm cloud is gathering. But I start to quiver because it looks like no ordinary storm. The clouds are pitch black. Black as death. My eyes follow their shape to where they originate. I gasp.

I see a gigantic water spout, a tornado in the ocean, funnelling its energy to the black cloud. The water spout is also pitch black. Rain now pours uncontrollably. It is a hurricane at its full blast, but not just that. It is much, much more.

I tell myself I must be dreaming, and I try to will myself out of this dream state. I fail.

This must be real. It must be happening.

I look at my family and tell them to come close to me. I know that this will be all the time that I have left with them.

And then I see it from across the distance.

A huge wall of water coming towards where we are. I can only watch in horror as the tsunami crashes into all the houses below, wave after wave, until the tower we are in is the only structure that is standing in the middle of an unending body of water.

I embrace my family.

Could it be that we survived this nightmare?

And then it comes.

A huge wave, taller than a skyscraper builds from our left. I know that this one would be the one that finishes us. Impossibly, another gigantic wave comes from our right.

I wait for impact.

Perhaps it has already impacted.

I do not know.

Time suddenly stands still. The laws of physics, space and time, no longer matter.

I see something in front of me.

It is a staircase. Full of thousands of people. Moving up. The stairs are a different colour than what I know my mind can perceive. It is otherworldly, but not in the way that people describe a ‘glowing light’.

I join the throng, moving up on the stairs, that somehow self propel us, upwards towards an unknown destination.

We move up and I see a gate, like those one sees at airports. I see a guard check people as they enter two by two.  It all happens so fast.

Soon I am at the gate. The guard takes a look at the person beside me, and looks at me. He takes a rubber stamp and brands my forehead and says “You’re fucked”.

What does this mean?

I panic. Does this mean what I think it means?

I look behind me. The person on the left gets stamped.  The person on the right does not.

No. No. NO...

I look for my family. They are not beside me.

Where are they going?

WHERE AM I GOING?

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I wake up. Heart pounding. It is 6.30am.
I am still alive. I am not yet doomed.

There is time.



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