It was a beautiful morning as the sun lit up the sky around the village of Frigidaire. The gentle hum of the wind passing by was quiet and calm. Raindrops of water were scattered along the village pavements and a few still trickled down the walls of the neighbourhood’s houses. ‘Must have been a cold one last night’, Graham thought to himself, scratching his head. He clambered out of his bed, reaching for his glasses by the bedside, his green tartan quilt still wrapped around his large frame, contrasting against his milk-white skin.
He stood up and started towards the grand oak mirror standing opposite his wardrobe. This was where Graham would decide what freshly ironed shirt to wear and what colour of tweed jacket to match, and of course, which Cap to finish the look. You see, Graham was a very important ingredient when it came to the mix of the village. He always had to look fresh and presentable when he was around the villagers.
“I’ll top it off with a green cap today,” he announced cheerily to the fat reflection looking back at him through the mirror.
Graham was very tall, bulky and always wanted to look his best. Sometimes, he wished he was more tanned than his natural pale skin, but he was proud of it nevertheless. With a final nod of approval towards the mirror, Graham grabbed his keys and headed out the front door.
He stepped out onto the cobblestone walkway in the garden. The wind whooshed around him, harsh and chilling, the air like shards of glass against his face. Unlike me and you, these villagers always had to live in a cold environment and enjoyed the freezing weather.
A sudden blast of wind hit Graham, causing his cap to fly off and dance in the air, almost as if it were performing right before him. It took its final bow and gracefully landed in the Pineapple Patch in Mrs. Muller’s front garden.
“Good Heavens!” A thick German voice from the rose bush squeaked.
“I am so terribly sorry, Mrs Muller,” Graham cried, “ But I seem to have misplaced my cap.”
“That’s quite alright, Mr Mayor.”
Slowly, a small and slender figure emerged from behind the roses, holding the escaped cap. This was the famous garden of Anna Muller. She spent a lot of her time outdoors. She loved flowers. Anna was particularly well known as the villages’ Green Grocer. From the fattest peaches to the sweetest strawberries, her garden was the main source of fresh fruit that every villager was desperate to eat from. Anna would open shop in the morning with fruit baskets all lined up and every basket would be empty before noon, Graham was in a privileged position, not only with having the advantage of being the charming mayor whom everyone adored, but also with having the pleasure of being Anna’s next door neighbour.
“Any exciting news for us today?” She asked, polishing the deep red apples that hung above her head.
“Oh no no, nothing too important. I’m just going off for my daily walk around the village, making sure everything is intact,” he responded, eyeing up the plump blueberries that were beginning to be picked off their stem, ready to fill another fruit basket.
“Well, it would be a sin if I let you go hungry.” She scooped up a dozen fresh blueberries into a cloth and handed them over to Graham.
“That is ever so kind of you, Mrs Muller. Your fruit never disappoints.”
Anna, bashful from the compliment, waved him off as he began his journey in the village.
Graham was the most respected and admired person in Frigidaire. Everyone idolised their Mayor. His daily walk around the village would consist of constant smiles, waves and “How are you today, Mr Mayor?” He would never admit to it, but Graham loved the attention and the feeling of power it brought .
‘Okay, lets get started,” he thought to himself, nibbling on a blueberry. As Mayor of Frigidaire, he felt it was his duty to make sure he had seen every house, street, road sign and crack on the pavement before he arrived at ‘Cartone Inc’ . This was where Graham worked, in the centre of the village.
His first stop was Brie K. Racker’s house.
Brie was an old friend of Graham’s, a soft person on both the inside and out , but with a sharp tongue when required. The Mayor strolled over to the front gate and let himself in.
“I see you are hard at work over there” he declared, looking round to see Brie standing in a big Vat, stomping down on hundreds of grapes.
“Well hi, Graham!” She grinned up at him, while continuing her stomping.
Graham smiled. Brie was the only member of the village who ever called him by his first name. Although he liked the feeling of importance the title ‘Mr. Mayor’ gave him, he also liked the feeling of love and welcome when he was called by his real name.
Graham cocked his head to the side in interest, reaching for another blueberry.
“So, how is the wine coming along”
“business is booming, I seem to be selling bottles every 5 minutes! It’s never been better!” Brie responded.
“That’s great! I am extremely happy for you,” he laughed.
“Well, I just came by to check that everything was running smoothly and it seems that it is!” Graham looked down at his watch, suddenly realising he was running behind schedule.
“Oh! I’m so sorry but I must be off. It was lovely seeing you.” He began towards the front gate.
“Wait! Wait!” Brie jumped out of the Vat and ran over with a glass in her hand, “take this with you, I want to know if it tastes good enough to start selling.”
With a quick sip of the wine, Graham nodded in approval and tossed one of Anna’s famous blueberries to Brie.
“Those new grapes really seem to be doing the job.” He shouted over his shoulder as he continued his walk.
Brie smiled to herself, jumped back into the Vat, and started stomping again.
The rest of the journey went rather quickly. A short hello with Tom Ketch, An exchange of waves with Colonel Colman and and a quick catch up at Betty Anchor’s bungalow.
Finally, Graham arrived at Cartone Inc. where he was ready to finally sit down and rest. He looked forward to having a quick cup of tea and devouring the remaining blueberries in his pocket before tackling his paperwork.
However, unknown to him , in his office there waited the bearer of news which would alter his plans for a lazy day.
“Mr Mayor! Finally, you’re here!” A voice cried from behind the office chair.
There stood Evan Boil, the village’s investigative reporter who’s job was to travel around the area, bringing news back to the mayor of any local events. Evan Boil worked for Graham. He was the most reliable source of information about what was happening outside Frigidaire. His news was usually very boring, mainly just the weekend weather forecast. Graham was fond of Evan, he could always crack him up with a good joke.
“Evan, what seems to be the problem?”
It seemed he had something more important than ‘rough winds’ to inform the mayor about today.
“ It’s terrible. Terrible!” he announced, holding back tears, “It started in Freezaires in the village of Solero. I was going there to do a report and it all happened so fast, everyone screaming. I barely made it out in one piec-“
“ Okay, okay! Calm down Evan.”
Graham tried to reassure him by sitting him down on the couch. “Don’t get into such a scramble. Now, tell me what is going on.” He nibbled nervously on a blueberry, waiting for Evan to respond.
“The sky went black. It was as if the sun had melted into nothingness. It was so strange. Despite the sun being gone, it felt as though someone had set fire to that village. People were collapsing everywhere I looked because of the heat.”
Evan paused, a long silence filling the air. His head turning both ways to make sure no one else was around. His eyes slowly traveled to Grahams’, and prepared himself for what he was about to say.
“Frigidaire,” he whispered, “Is next.”
Graham stood still for a moment, his mind racing. He jumped up and started rummaging through his file cabinet, desperately trying to figure out what exactly this meant.
He pulled out a pale grey folder, marked : ‘Natural Disasters’
“An.. Apocalypse” He read aloud. Evan cracked his knuckles loudly. It was a nervous habit of his. “What does this mean?” He asked.
“Call a village meeting in the Cartone Hall immediately.” Graham declared.
He picked up the final blueberry and popped it in his mouth before racing out the office door.
As usual, in Frigidaire, news had spread like wildfire and everyone rushed to the hastily arranged village meeting in the Cartone Hall.
“Settle down please. Now please, settle.” Graham announced over the worried voices filling the Hall.
“Why is this happening now?” Karen K.ale shouted from the crowd.
“Is Frigidaire going to be destroyed?” Mary Hellman, another scared voice, called out.
“Are we going to melt like everyone in Freezaires?”
What about the children?”
“Why aren’t you fixing this, Mayor?”
Questions were being fired at him from every direction and the frantic voices grew increasingly loud.
“Alright!” Graham yelled, shocked silence descended as no one had ever heard him raise his voice before.
“I understand you are feeling confused and scared. However, due to the circumstances of this situation and the information I have been given about this particular..erm.. event.. There is nothing in our power that we can do at this moment in time.”
An angry outcry arose filling the air.
“What do you mean there’s ‘nothing in your power’?”
“You’re our Mayor- start acting like it!”
The crowd began to get angry and frustrated. This was not going well for Graham.
“Surely this won’t kill us all?”
“ Now now, we cannot confirm any outcome of This.. um.. event.. but-“
“What is this so called ‘event’ “
Graham froze. He knew if he divulged the news Evan had brought him, there would be whole scale panic.. He couldn’t have everyone in turmoil. He needed everything to be intact and running smoothly at all times. Telling them this would ruin everything he had ever worked for. All the admiration and respect he once had would be lost. But he knew he could not keep this from them.They had a right to know what was going to happen. He took a deep breath, and leaned into the microphone.
His head slumped in defeat. It was his job to protect his people, and he felt he was failing them. Everyone was screaming and yelling at him for walking away. There was nothing he could do, it was out of his control, but as mayor, he had no choice but to take the blame.
“You’re No Mayor!”
“You’ve gone Sour!”
So much noise blaring behind him, but he couldn’t hear them. All he could hear, were his own thoughts,
‘The village is going to be destroyed. People will suffer in the sweltering heat and pitch darkness. And the worst thing is …
there’s nothing I can do.’
Graham hid in his house for the rest of the day, too embarrassed to come out. He knew he would have to at some point. But not yet. He decided he was going to keep an account of all the strange things happening around him.
Temperature : Normal
Light : Normal
It’s the first day of the apocalypse. I have been in my house for the past 24 hours. Nothing too bad has happened. Yet.
It still seems cool enough to go outside and begin my daily walk, but I don’t think anyone will want to see me. They say I’ve grown sour and mean for not doing anything, but this whole situation is completely out of my control. I really hope Brie isn’t angry with me- or Anna for that matter. It’s pretty Incredible, all this is happening and there she is, still out In her garden.
The sun is still out, which I suppose Is a good thing. I wonder how long It will take for the heat to travel from Freezaires to Frigidaire.
It all seems so unreal. Nothing like this has ever happened before, why now?
Graham woke up during the middle of the night, sweating. He put his hand to his forehead and scrunched his face in confusion.
“What is this?” He asked, “Is this.. sweat?” The mayor leaped up out of bed, in horror at the thought.
“No, no this doesn’t happen. This isn’t normal..” He shuffled over to his bedroom window and opened it cautiously, sticking one chubby arm out.
“ It’s.. humid?”
Graham reached for his diary and started scribbling.
Temperature : Humid?
Light : darker
I just woke up in a sweat! this doesn’t make sense. It’s supposed to be cool in Frigidaire and now it’s getting warmer. I can’t tell whether it’s night or day. I really hope the sky lights up again.
I fear the Apocalypse will begin soon. I just pray it doesn’t get any hotter.
I wonder how the villagers are holding up. Anna is still out in her garden, she appears more tired than usual. Why on earth would she be gardening during the night? or at least I think it’s night. I’m not sure. Anyways, I will continue logging in regularly to update on the current situation at hand. In the mean time, I need to get back to sleep.
Once again, Graham woke up, hungrier than last time.
“Still dark?” he thought. His stomach grumbled. He stood up and reached for his coat.
Crash! The next thing he knew, he was lying on the bedroom floor.
He whimpered in shock and fright as he tried to drag himself up.
“it must be getting warmer now.” He groaned.
He propped himself against the mirror, panting in the heat, and began writing once more.
Day 3? or 4?
Temperature : hot
Light : almost out
Dear diary, I fell this morning getting out of bed. I feel so faint from this heat. i sense a bitter, spoilt taste in my mouth. I feel like such a lump. I’m also really hungry. Maybe I can ask Anna for some fruit, maybe an orange could help freshen me up. However, I can’t see her in her garden anywhere. I’ll just sneak in and take one. Hopefully she doesn’t notice. I really must go now, if I don’t I’ll starve to death.
Graham chucked his diary back onto his bed and struggled his way to the door, knocking a blue cap off its hook.
As he stepped outside, the heat intensified.
“How can it possibly get warmer!” he exclaimed. He looked at the ground. No raindrops. He looked at his garden wall. Not a single drop trickling down.
‘This can’t be good’ he concluded.
And then, his attention drifted from the dry wall to a rather peculiar sound. he looked up from the wall to see a terrible sight.
“Mrs Muller!” he clamoured, running over to her garden. Anna was kneeling on the grass holding her blueberries, sobbing.
“What’s happened? Are you hurt?” He inquired as he knelt next to her.
“It’s ruined, all of it” She motioned to her garden. “ The peaches, the oranges, the berries, the apples, everything!”
Graham lifted up one of the apples, its once deep red now a bland grey. He examined it in shock as he saw that the inside was black.
“They’re rotting from the inside out.” She stuttered through tears. “my beautiful garden is dead.”
She collapsed into his arms, crying uncontrollably. He wiped her eyes and gave her a hug, trying to reassure her. After sitting in silence for a while, he told her to stay inside, out of the heat. As she went to leave, The mayor stood up, becoming dizzy in doing so.
He waved her off and began to walk back to his house.
Just as Graham was reaching for his keys, he froze. At that moment, he thought to himself,
‘If something like this has happened to Anna Muller.. What has happened to everyone else?” Graham swerved back towards the street, and began to take his daily route through the village.
“This is a bad idea” Graham stammered as he swayed along the pavement. At this point, It was very, very warm outside and it was dangerous for him to be walking around the village.
He came to a sudden halt, as he saw Brie K.Rackers, pacing angrily in her garden.
“What’s the matter, Brie?” he asked with concern.
“My grapes, every bunch of them have gone sour! I don’t know how this could have happened they were growing so well!” she roared. Graham had never liked this intense bitter side of Brie, It made him forget about the soft, good part of her.
“I cannot believe this has happened” she snapped, swaying from the heat.
“I hate this stupid apocalypse. I hate the heat. I hate the darkness” She ranted, “ And I hate you, for not doing anything about it!” She turned her back to him. This hit Graham hard. Brie would never say such a horrid thing. He could feel tears welling up. He blinked furiously, refusing to show her how hurt he was.
“Just get out of my garden, before you spoil anything else.”
He obeyed her orders and left.
Everything was falling apart.Graham was hopeless . What kind of a Mayor would let something as dreadful as this happen. As he stumbled along the pavement, he saw Betty Anchor collapse. He sprinted over and tried to revive her.
“ Please, Help me.” She whispered, drained of all energy . He looked at her, completely helpless, as she melted in his arms. He looked up to call for help, only to find more villagers begin to drop to the ground.
Graham was running. He rarely did that. He never enjoyed sports, but that would have to change. At least for now. His heart was pounding and his mind was racing as he turned the corner into Quality Street, trying to figure out what on earth to do. He was the Mayor. It was his duty to ensure all his villagers were safe.
He was blind in the darkness. There was a horrible smell of rotting in the air. His villagers were dying. All of his friends were near death.
“There’s, Too, Many, People” he gasped between heavy breaths. His head had gone fuzzy and his vision blurry.
“W-what’s happening?” He yelled in terror.
He looked down at his fingers, they appeared to be morphing into something different.
‘I’m- Hallucinating’ a voice in his head whispered. Everything in his vision started to spin, every shape morphing. He couldn’t hear anyone’s cries or see anyone’s burning faces anymore. Just as he thought this couldn’t get any worse, He was blinded by a bright , white light..
And then everything went black.
Graham slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust them to the new environment. His body felt stiff and uncomfortable, he couldn’t move.
‘Am I dead?’ he wondered. He looked around to find 4 white walls surrounding him. He looked down and saw his arms and legs were gone. There was a green label wrapped around him that read In big white letters
Before he could figure out what to do next, a thunderous voice boomed from behind him.
Suddenly, one of the 4 walls opened up, revealing a petrifying sight. A colossal creature stood there, its face the size of Graham’s body.
‘What is that.. thing?’ he thought in alarm.
The creature frowned and scrunched up their nose.
“Mum!” The creature roared , “The Power went out!” Graham was paralysed by both fear and shock as he looked closer at what was around him. His house was no where to be found. The village had vanished.
The ground shook as another larger creature arrived. It reached into the box next to him.
“ Oh no, all the Soleros have melted!”
‘Soleros ?’ he thought, ‘that’s the name of the village in Freezaires’
Graham looked closer at his surroundings and recognised several items around him.
“There’s Anna Muller!” he exclaimed as he saw a tall slender figure. “she looks very different.”
The wild hand reached for Anna and yanked her out of the box.
“Hey!” Graham screamed, “Stop!” But the creatures couldn’t hear him. “Let her go!”
“Ugh, my Yogurt is all lumpy!” The taller creature bellowed, “ I was excited to eat that. It came with blueberries !” And with that, the creature threw Anna into a black hole.
“No!” Graham cried.
One by one, all of the villagers were being plucked from the box.
Graham watched in horror ;
“This butter is completely melted!” – Betty Anchor Disappeared .
“Mum, This cheese is mouldy !” – Brie K.Rackers Vanished.
“ Yuck! This kale is all wilted!” – Karen K.ale was snatched.
“ Those eggs have gone rotten!” – Evan Boil floated away.
“Oh no, the condiments are nearly empty. Let’s replace them.” – Mary Hellman, Colonel Colman and Tom Ketch, all lifted away.
Graham was left in the box, all alone.
Then the massive hand reached for Graham and he squeezed his eyes shut, afraid of what was going to happen next. The pink, squishy flesh wrapped around his large frame and twisted his green cap off.
“Ew!” The smaller creature squealed looking into the Carton , “The milk has gone off. It’s all sour and lumpy!” And with that, Graham was tossed away to join his friends in the deep dark hole as he fell he heard the creatures speak…..
“I can’t believe the power cut. All the food is spoilt.” The smaller creature squeaked.
The taller creature shook its head and rolled its eyes, “That’s the last time we buy a fridge from ‘Frigidaire’.”
“Let’s try Samsung next time.”