Mitchell Smisek

Last Diary Entry of Victoria Rehd

Diary Entry: 6/28/2042 My name is Victoria Rehd and this will likely be my last entry. I will begin 21 years ago when this . . . all started. I was 12 at the time, living with my parents in a small apartment in Northside Minneapolis. It was like any ordinary day. My mother stayed home and homeschooled me while my dad worked close by at a military site. Looking back to simpler times, I remember how much my parents did for me and how they sacrificed everything for our family. My mother instilled good habits in me, such as never letting things go to waste and always appreciating the little things. On a late Friday before my birthday, my mom and I were sitting by the window waiting for my dad to come home as we usually do. At 10:21 PM, everyone’s life was changed when an immense flash of crimson light filled the sky from the southern horizon. My mom, in a panic, scrambled for the phone to call my dad because the flash came from the direction of his base. No response. A few moments later, all the lights in the city went out in an instant. The only source of light was that damned dreary maroon the night now always brings.