I’d first noticed something was wrong when it went black, not the black of house lights off, but the darkness that comes from no light at all, no glow of street lamps, black. I’d leaned over and opened the curtains to a view of nothing, it had been a rainy evening, the moon hidden behind clouds.

A few alarms had rung for an hour or so till the batteries died. Darkness, and a silence only broken by the sound of my own breathing shrouded the world.

6 long hours till dawn came, the sun breaking over craggy hilltops. People in heavy coats out on the street talking, no-one knew what was wrong, the radio just static, we wondered if it was just a power cut.

It’s been 3 weeks now, fridge long empty and the tinned food from the store almost gone. We’re already fighting amongst ourselves over scraps. A town in winter is no place for a farming miracle.

I wonder if we’ve been forgotten, no word’s reached us, none of the people passing through to the countryside know anything. I hope someone saves us soon.