[ WP ] The sun goes out . Tell the story of a person who now lives a world of darkness .

'Woah, what are those?' 
 
 I raised my torch to the paintings. Etched in paleolithic rock millenia ago, they were the only artwork we had of our ancestors. Crude, childish by our standards and maybe by theirs too. And now it was the representative artform of their time. I wondered for a second if future generations would consider ragecomics of my childhood as the the zenith of our artistic expressions. 
 
' Those, son, are the drawings your grandad's grandad's grandads made. Pretty cool huh?' 
 
'I can draw better dad. What's that big yellow ball above that bull's head though?' 
 
'We're not really sure ourselves, it seems to me that people used to pray to it. It's also quite easy to mistake a flock of geese or crows flying in the haze as large circular creatures, maybe they thought it was some humongous beast and worshipped it.' 
 
 We continued to work our way out of the cave, the moon would be out soon and I did n't want to get caught in broad daylight. Too many predators and too many wily eyes watching the road for foolish travellers like my son and I. 
 
'Come on, we got ta get moving. Only fifteen minutes of starlight left' 
 
 We plunged into the grey, blank wilderness with our hearts racing and our blood pumping. To my son, this was a game; to me, life or death. We stopped at the edge of river. Crossing it would take us a good five minutes and we had to do it in absolute silence. The kid would have to carry a little more than usual this time. We started our crossing of the black sea. No waters would part as we walked, no swallowing of our enemies if they found us. Just death in its all-encompassing blackness. I heard a rustling in the grass behind us. 
 
'Stop! Declare yorselves and your porpose before you leave our territ'ry!' 
 
 I kept moving and nudged the boy forward. Parley with the enemy had never ended well and it certainly was n't going to now. I reached into my knapsack as we slowly waded. The cold cylinder of steel caressing my harsh palm, I gripped my weapon. The maneuver I was about to attempt would require perfect timing. 
 
 I heard the hammer of a gun lock into place, shit was gon na hit the ceiling anytime now. 
 
'Okay! Stop, do n't shoot!' 
 
 as i said those words, I thrust my weapon from my bag and pressed the button. A sharp, piercing beam of pure light shot from the bulb of the flashlight. I caught the kid's collar, picked him up and started to cleave my way through the icy liquid. The man had los this eyesight but I did n't want to risk running into any of his cohorts.We dived into the undergrowth and waited. I saw the grey light peeking from the top of the cliff. The Moon had risen. 
 
 We would have to wait the day in the brush.
