[ WP ] The sun vanishes , making us decide what we will do with our last minutes alive .

Oh heeellll naa says Tom as he grabs the last orange from the stand. It's been 3 days since the vanishing. People were practically traumatized for the first day, but by the second, it was a hunt for food. Tom and I realized this too, but we were off working in the beet farm so the drive to the nearest supermarket would take a few hours. By the time we got to Milton, the local stores were already scavenged and there was nothing left. Fortunately, Tom's old caravan is filled with old stuff, including old cans of food so we are n't that worried. 
 
 It's been 5 months after the vanish, and times have changed. The richies realized how much they loved the taste of fresh fruits and veggies and started paying large amounts for them. With apples as the new Benjamins, Tom and I found what our new jobs would be. Tom had a shotty and a bunch of ammo, and I had my old pitch fork. We drove from small farm to small farm, robbing ten at nights and driving away at the brake of dawn. The sunfoods at farms are n't as good as the ones from urban houses, but we learned the hard way that the communities defend each other. 
 
 It is almost the 9 month anniversary of the vanish; the 4 week anniversary of Toms death. It was very abrupt, his death, is a supermarket in Hamilton. One millionaire in the area was craving oranges ( which at this point was so rare, we only new they were orange ) and we got word from the street that there was a supermarket in lockdown by a local gang. Getting in the supermarket was easy. We got in from the roof, grappled down to the floor. Tom took out a few gangsters and we took their uniforms. When we walked out the doors of the storage room, we were greeted by crates filled with fruits, tasty gold. But we needed to find the citrus diamond. Did n't take long, and we found a single orange In a milk carton off to the side. Nice, easy money. Tom went and picked up the orange and I had a revelation, this orange was going to give us 50 000 bottle caps, but I'll only get 25 000, and not only that, but Last time, Tom gave me 3 000 less than agreed... So I shot him and took the orange. Do I regret it? No. But maybe when the sun vanished, something else built up in me
