They said when the time came I would know what to do.
It was always going to be a matter of gathering my where withal and making the necessary break.
The January sky forebodes the coming heat of the day. But there could be no time to contemplate the beauty of the morning even though I did find myself from time to time lost within it.
Grabbing my backpack, I headed out the door. The air was already hot, the day was going to be a scorcher, and I knew progress would be laboured. I knew I had to get as far as I could before the heat of the day set in.
Around me my neighbourhood slept, the ominous nature of the day had not allowed their slumbers to be interrupted and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for them when they woke and realised it was too late to flee.
As I walked on behind me, I could hear the tell-tale signs of the trouble that was coming. The rumbling in the distance was faint but gathering momentum the further I trudged.
I needed to reach the meeting point where I knew the others would be waiting.
Armed with our respective boarding passes, we would be the fortunate ones to escape to the Haven and avoid the impending end of the world.