The End: Story Two - The Final Reckoning By: David K. Montoya


The End:Story Two
The Final Reckoning
By: David K. Montoya

We had been on the road for some time. No one had said a word for hours, the silence was defining. I guess it was our own way of with dealing with what had happened back at the farm. Everything that went on there was just odd. My mind drifted to what Fran had said earlier about how her and her father searched for a cure to the sickness. Once we get to Haven, I look forward to sitting down with her and hearing more about their research.

With a clunk of the motor, my mind popped back into the present. I quickly examined all of the gages for any signs of problems, but there was nothing. Everything appeared all right; perhaps it was because of the incline we had come to. I prayed that the engine would hold up until we reached Haven. So far, so good. I continued up the road in the dead silence. A bitter feeling of loneliness began to eat at my nerve. I looked up to the rearview mirror and saw everyone hurdled up in the back, covered with whatever they could put over them. There was definitely a temperature change once we crossed over into Montana and the sun went down; it became flat out freezing! It didn't help matters that the driver's side windshield was busted out when those land pirates tried to kill Michael and loot our belongings. I tried to shut the cold out. At least I had the heat from the motor to keep me somewhat warm.

I tried to stop thinking about the weather, so my mind wandered to Haven, what it would be like and how life was going to be. I knew in my gut that we were now close to finding Haven. Never did I even think that we would have to go search for the place, I just thought it would be there in big neon lights that read: Welcome to Haven.

Some time had passed, when we came to a flat plateau. I couldn't drive any further, so I decided to get out and stretch my legs. I pulled over and told the others that we were going to take a five minute break, but they were flat asleep. I stepped off the bus and was met with the powerful Montana winds. I knew that being inside the vehicle protected me from the winter weather, but I didn't realize just how much it shielded out.

After a few minutes outside, I decided to re-board the bus. As I was coming up the steps, I noticed something. It appeared to be some sort of light that came out of the north. It was unbelievably bright. Whatever it was, it lit up the night's sky. Quickly, I got back into the driver's seat and headed off back down the road, straight for the mystery light.

I followed the light up a few miles until I came upon its origin, which was down in a small valley. I, once again, pulled over and got out of the bus. When I looked down into the basin, I was breath-taken; hundreds of lights covered the land. They all led to the center of the landscape where three enormous skyscrapers stood with large spot lights that surrounded the salvo of buildings. Entwined around the structures were, what appeared to be, freshly made roads – with what looked like vehicles, but more compact that traveled up and down the pavement.

I collapsed to my knees; I could not believe what was in front of me. There it was. There was Haven! As I sit there in complete awe, I realized that warm tears came down my face. I got back to my feet and wiped my eyes before I called out to the others to come outside and have a look at their new home. The half conscience gang unloaded from the bus. Michael was the first to reach where I was. In a mumbled voice he was able to push out his question of what was going on. The only thing I could do to answer his question was to simply point down into the valley. The six of us stood there in silence, as we each gazed down into the lights knowing our long journey was finally over.


It took forty-five minutes to reach the lights. We were stopped by a large wooded barricade that was laced with a chain linked fence. At the top, was razor wire and if that wasn't enough security, there were two armed guards that stood on each side of the blockade.

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About the Author

David K. Montoya is a writer, artist and business entrepreneur. He is best known for his comic writing and penned over 200 stories while working in that genre. After leaving comics behind in 2004 to work on other mediums of writing, Mr. Montoya has come to be most recognized for his ‘The End’ series, a number of short horror stories that feature an apocalyptic age ruled by a great plague and zombie-like creatures.

He has also written stories outside the horror genre, including the upcoming novella, ‘Inner Circle,’ and a random number of fantasy and humorous short stories for "The World of Myth."

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