“This day really sucks!” thought Chet, his white knuckles gripping the wheel of his classic ’68 Impala.
The engine roared as he floored the accelerator. His car tore across the California highway, unimpeded by other traffic. Normally, the freeway would be choked with morning commuters, but today he raced solo towards the coast.
His watch read 9:57 AM. He wasn’t going to make it. The last ships left at 10:00 AM promptly. No exceptions.
Approaching the curve of the off-ramp too fast, he was forced to brake to prevent flipping the car. Tires screeched in agony. Fishtailing through the gate of the shipyard, he closed in on the pier.
Chet slammed on his brakes, smoke pluming from under the carriage. He stared in disbelief at the empty loading docks. Half a mile out into the Pacific, three ships cruised away to the last sanctuary of humanity: The island city of Neptune.
Chet slowly exited the car. Sinking to his knees, fists clenched he screamed.
“Noooo!”
The wind blew warmly and not far to the east he heard the Horde. Those massive beasts that tunneled up from below the surface and devoured all of civilization. They were coming.
Chet wept.
“This day really sucks!”
Word Count: 200
[This is my entry into the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge, hosted by Alastair Forbes. Write a short story of 200 words or less from the photo prompt provided.]
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Now that really sucks. At least he didn’t say “Can this day get any worse?” haha. Great story, I love it.
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Wow, to miss the boat by such a small margin. I hope he finds a way to survive. Great story.
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Thank you!
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He’s reduced the life span of his tyres and on top of that is about to be savaged to death by the Horde. I feel for him. Tyres for a car like that are very expensive 🙂
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I know, right? On the other hand, I don’t think there will be too many people around to stop him if he were to “help himself” to a few necessities. And if he thought there was nothing good on television before… 🙂
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This was a great story that I really enjoyed reading. Very imaginative take on the prompt, well done.
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Thanks Angie. I seem to enjoy writing “End of the world” stories. I’m such a pessimist. 😉
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Like the “end of the humanity” type theme here. But instead of just making it on time to save himself the guy missed the boat. Tough truth, but hopefully death is quick. Well written.
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Thank you!
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Hahaha! I agree with him. He had one “sucky” day!
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Poor Chet! He almost made it..! 🙂
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Wow could it get any worse…… Oh! I guess it could!
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With the speed of that car, and still late? I think that survival of the fittest is in play and he just did not make the cut?
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I know right? Imagine if he’d had a Yugo or Ford Pinto? Not even a chance. Ah, fate is so fickle. But then, who knows? Perhaps the story isn’t over. 🙂
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