Dan took the last sip from his tall cup of cold-left over from the night before-coffee, as the world burned around him. The smell of hot plastic, some fleshy undertones and a melancholy mood had risen and set in into the very fabric of the earth around him-in the morning air-the morning sky, tattered with blankets of black smoke filtering from below the ground, escaping into the morning sky ,small pieces of costume swirled around in the street as the morning air moved in violently right after the visitants moved out in ghostly, ghastly moaning-pain and torture-sounds. Sighing a kind relief, a relief that only a true survivor could sigh, as he realized that he was the last and only survivor in town. As Dan sat at the end of the cul – de -sac , there was a trail of costumed bodies, cannibalized cars that crenelated the street, in almost an horrific design, a design that Dan, knew all too well; for Dan was a vagabond, a nomad, a traveler of many places and planets, and no matter where he seemed to go, no matter how furtive he walked , rode, or flew the skies, the visitants would-like a bad omen-follow him on a scorched earth-in a vacuous manner-pursuit, create chaos and destroy anyone and everything in their way that would keep them from consuming Dan.
The night before Dan had conducted a ‘last resistance ‘ stand off, a stand off of the classic “good vs evil” storyline; so to speak, a stand-off that had imploded in its own failure, planning, strategy and execution, a stand-off that amounted more to a mere hold-off. A hold-off that was doomed from the very beginning of its planning stage, a stand-off that wouldn’t even have held a few dozen cute hirsute kittens at bay.
The ghastly creatures were not of this world, planet or among its creation. Was it fair to call them creatures? ,or was it fairer to call it a creature, for every living cell on the creature could live as a whole or independent of the whole, but one thing for certain, whether the creature was whole, half, miniature , or even a minute speck, it was certainly odious against the human kind.
Nothing the town’s people threw, shot, flung, ejected, or catapulted at the visitant(s), seemed to interdict its advancement or to distract it from its primary objective-for what it had come to do-to destroy-Dan and anything or anyone that got in its way on this narrow minded conquest. Dan struggled with the fact that he had lived and every one else had met their end, the visitant(s) were in fact gone for good!
So there goes that cup of cold coffee that Dan was sipping at the very end of the cul-de-sac, while the world around him was in flames, with the smoldering remains, leftovers and remnants of the “Night after Halloween”.
The End!