McKenna Taylor

Depths: A Doomsday Diary

I stared at the stars, my only source of comfort and familiarity in a world that had become so alarmingly strange. My fingers danced along the chain of the heart-shaped locket that dangled from my neck. I glanced at the pictures inside. The faces that stared back were not those of anyone I knew, the locket merely a trinket I had found while ransacking a half-destroyed house. The others had made fun of me for keeping it, but for some unknown reason, I found myself unable to leave it behind. I wondered about the names that had belonged to the people whose faces seemed to peer into my very soul, the young girl with long dark curls and the older gentleman with furrowed brows. I wondered if they had been prepared for the destruction that had devastated the world, whether they were safe in some underground bunker or buried beneath a pile of rubble. I turned my face back to the stars. How long ago had I been watching the very same stars with my friends, laughing and dancing under the light of the moon? Little did we know, that night marked the ending of everything we had ever known.