The Night Savages

The bunkers finally opened and then came out darkened and frowned people with pale faces, who stormed in the abandoned, quiet streets like wild herds.

It had been a long time since the last time anybody had seen any bright sunshine; the full moon or the scattered shooting stars in the blue night sky.

They looked disoriented and lost, hungry for something new like scavengers. They would seem to grow distaste for living, if the hideout continued any longer than it had.

They had been starved of freedom, of their own existences, for the simple things in life they had taken for granted before the necessary quarantine that forced them to go sheltering under grounds.

The hiding was officially over now. They wanted to live again.

As soon as they stood on the green pastures, they began screaming, suffocating each other with gleeful chants, as they melted in each other’s arms, hugged and wrapped like warm blankets revealing their vulnerabilities; they cried and laughed together. In those sureal kindled moments, they seized the time to look at one another’s saddened and woefully lost eyes and finally understood humanity, and their capabilities and the costly life prices which each person had paid during the pandemic.

Now, hands and minds intertwined, they were saturated with each other’s hopes, as they started inhaling the breezy fresh air into their desperate lungs. Their old lifestyle as they knew it had completely vanished and changed forever. They had to start from a scratch, learning how to live again.

The self-isolation lasted a few years. During the selfless times that even bonded foes, where the novel contegon took more than ten million lives, behind the sealed walls underground, hope seemed to fade away like a morning mist. Life was as quiet as darkness void. It was radio silent. It was bleak. Silence and fear were the only things lurking in the shadows unafraid. The virus was in a hunting spree, catching and affecting anything it came in contact with, it spreaded fear and terror like a virus, making life abnormal. 

The emotional flood somehow had come to an end, so they all dispersed to find their old dwellings, or whatever was left of it. They scattered, ghostly moving in different directions to find their own life. They knew that there was no certainty of normalcy, but they had to try it.

A year went by after the pandemic ended, and gradually, normalcy became feasible. But sadly, being human never changed because, as soon as the sun descended, history began to repeat itself, as human savagery started lurking in shadows, and the casualties outnumbered the pandemic loss overnight.

The Earth became a killing ground of greed all over again!

MidnightInk 4-25-20