Roxy: Chapter IV

An alien object rapidly appeared in the sky and unwaveringly it remained. A second moon, about half the size of earth and double the size the moon we know, ramifying shades of red. It was round in shape with a slight curve that favored a quince.

The instant decrease in carbon dioxide formation led to oxygen levels in our atmosphere to significantly drop. Before anybody could grasp what was happening and react, a shortage of breath washed over the planet and left nearly half the population suffocated, leaving the survivors at the helm of sundry emotions, that seem contrasting, yet immaculately blending with each other. The more inevitable death appeared on a scale, the more it lost its relevance per individual. An uninspired form of mourning followed.

Taking a deep, satisfactory breath became a problem for the remaining. Puke followed. Tobacco perished.

The second moon turned nights into neon red and pinched day time with a touch of orange. The colors were appropriate for what came next — a declaration of global state of emergency. Sirens echoed along the sounds of call to prayer. Life slowed down.

At first glance, coping with the extraordinary measures that followed seemed challenging. Any form of compliance meant compromising social values that’s been injected in our veins, but more critically, it meant compromising the sense of freedom…