Save Them All. Flash Fiction.

He stared out the window, at the countless buildings, so many people in each one, so many people on the streets going about their day. He could save them all from the agony, the pain, but did he dare? It would be so fast, they would never realise what happened. Surely that was much kinder then the war, the murder. People would turn to savages, he had been to war and seen it many times himself. They were safe for now, sure, but how long would that safety last?

He knew what was coming, as did several others he trusted but everyone else was unaware. Everything he had built, everything he had created would be reduced to rubble and ash. He had managed to lift humanity out of the dirt, brought it back from the brink of destruction, but now the destruction of everything loomed. Each day the horde got a little closer and each day the risk of people discovering the truth increased. Once they knew they would panic. There would be chaos in the streets. Surely it was kinder, so much kinder for them to just go without knowing what they avoided. The city had been designed carefully and he had put in a few fail-safe options. Originally the idea was that the city could be abandoned and when the wave of invaders washed over it, it would explode, killing the invaders and saving everyone else. He had thought a city could be rebuilt, but the people, they were the most important thing. There was nowhere to run, no way they could evacuate the city or kill all of the horde. They would just keep coming, never stopping.

He looked down at the people in the streets, he was their leader, their protector. He would do what he must to keep them safe and, if he could no longer do that, then he would do what he needed to make sure they didn’t suffer. He moved from the window and sat behind his desk. He opened up the program on his computer and entered the password. Just one button, that was all. One button.

He closed his eyes, released a slow breath and pressed it.

About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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