[BLACKOUT]

My memories start to fade one by one.  I type them into a story in order to keep those memories alive. As I finish the last paragraph the lights go out. “Damn” …didn’t I pay the power this month? I thought to myself.   As I walked out onto my balcony to check the power box I noticed that there’s light coming from my neighbor’s house. Annoyed by the situation and seeing the power box seems to be running normally I slam closed the door of the power box and storm angrily back into the house in search of a flashlight.  I noticed that one by one, the houses around the complex start to lose power.

The blackout is quiet violent like a thunderstorm as the sparks coming out from each electrical pole on the street. I feel something strange is happening around here. I mean, why would the peaceful complex of Mir have this kind of blackout? Quickly, I head to the second floor to grab the flashlight in my room.

Arriving at my room, I find out that the door’s open. I don’t even remember that I opened the door. I step inside; grab the flashlight and the door suddenly shuts itself with a loud BANG. The wind coming from the window is quite strong. As I descend from the second floor, the door of my room seemingly opens and closes, slamming itself each times.

Stepping out from my house, I realize that the whole complex is so silent. I don’t even hear any sound from each house. Could it be that the people in each house decided to stay silent? Ignoring the current situation around the neighborhood, I decided to go the nearby park. When I arrive there, I see a recognizable and familiar man. It’s the old man I knew back when I was a kid.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“They've come,” he says.

I don’t quite understand what he says. He is known to blabber about those things around Mir. A loud, crash-like sound is heard by the house behind me when I’m about to ask the old man. I turn around to see what is going on. When I turn back again, I see that the old man is lying on the ground. I check his vitals and I realize that he is dead. What a poor, old man. He probably died of heart attack due to the loud sound. Or is he…?

Moments later, I question myself about what is the meaning of the old man’s words. “They’ve come,” he said. Who are “they”? My concentration snaps as I hear a screeching scream coming from the house behind me. Curious what is going on, I go investigate and without any hesitation, I step into the house.

First the loud crash sound and now the scream coming from this house. I wonder what is going here. I step into the living room, only to witness that the whole family was killed by something. I see a crimson floor, a bloodstained sofa, a broken family picture, and three bodies lying here. What surprises me is the message on the wall, written with their blood: WE COME. I’m shocked by this because this message is not even there when I step inside the living room. I’m just standing still; panicking then suddenly everything goes black.

At first, I did not understand what the old man said. I did not understand until this very moment. So… the old man refers “them” to it.... Heh, if only I could notice this sooner, I might not end up like this. Before I close my eyes, an idea slipped into my mind. Yes, it is the name for the next chapter in my life. Wait, maybe not the next, it probably be the last chapter of my life. Unfortunately for me, I need to go for an eternal rest. I shall name my final chapter: The Arrival.