ORORI: THE VANISHED HOME

ORORI: THE VANISHED HOME CHAPTER 1 Just imagine you wake up in one morning to find out everyone has disappeared, your family, your friends and every soul you once knew are no where to be found. Will This be the most frightful moment of your life? ,the worst horrific time to even believe you are in existence? My name is mazwan Anderson from a small society where everyone worshipped the sun as god 🌞. My people never for one missed a day without gathering at the orori ancestral cave to bow and wish their desires from the light of the sun. They said the sun was a saviour, the sun was the greatest to them. But one day,during their yearly festival, all the people went there to celebrate including my parents and my siblings. saviour, the sun was the greatest to them. But one day,during their yearly festival, all the people went there to celebrate including my parents and my siblings. When i woke up from long hour comma ,I met not even a single person returned from the cave. Every one disappeared into the thin air like they never existed. No trace of them,no news of their where about. How could a society of not less than 2000 inhabitants dissappear at once? This was a mystery that stupefied me day and night **************** Everything began on a resplendent morning. The weather was as calm as the night wind and the brightness of the sun was gradually getting close to the middle of earth. My brain alerted me immediately to verify consciousness. I slowly opened my eyes to see the view of earth as if being lost from it since. In Reality,that was fact. I couldn't regain my memory early on what transpired to keep me in my blue bed . As I roused up, I remained reticent for a while trying to remember something. The only thing I had my full attention, on was the long sword closer to the door . It gave me small part of my forgotten memory. The sword used to belong to a young boy called marzwan. My name was clearly written on it. There was no sound i heard not even from indoors or outdoors . I stood up immediately to check outside of the window, but my head ached me sorely. Without second thought, I groaned in pain while being impelled to sit again. At this moment, my memories began to get back gradually. I got hit by a car on 28th of August . From that point I didn't keep any memory . At first,I wasn't sure of how long I had spent until I checked my phone which was lying beside me. It was on 5th of September 2023 I saw as the date. I panicked immediately from the thought of what had happened to me. Without procrastination I stood up from my bed to get closer to the door. All my effort to open it was fruitless. It seemed the lock was hooked from outside of my room . I tried calling my people with phone. But nothing was connecting. "Dare, mom , dad, any body out there?" I yelled out loudly but none replied to me. I banged the Door heavily to let it open. unfortunately it was still locked. Being left on despair made me nervous. My brain wasn't still clear enough, thinking about what to do. Then I instantly went to wear my clothes to cover my arms, wishing to get idea on what to Do . "It's easier destroyed than mended." This was what my people used to say. If I couldn't open the door gently as expected, then the next option would be destruction. Without a second thought, i grabbed onto the sword and began striking the door lock with it. I expected that it would work out for me. But unfortunately, the sword wasn't so heavy to ruin the door lock. "Mom,dad, Dare,any one out there should open this door " I said while eavesdropping to hear a feed back. It was as if no one was existing In the house. Judging by the day, I sensed that it could be the yearly "orori" ritual day. But infact I wasn't hearing any sound of drums, trumpets and rattles as usual. Not even a sheep's or goat's 🐐 bleat I heard, nor a Crow voice . Every where both outside and inside were as silent as grave yard, as barren as dead land. After thinking for about 5 minutes,the next idea I had was to apply force. I held the silver door handle and banged with force. Luckily, a small crack was created. Without hesitation, I added more power to break the lock 🔐 The door opened ,releasing a free fragrance from the outer. In a haste, along with my sword,I dashed out of my room. The first thing i saw was my brother's guitar,broken on the floor. The whole corridor scatterd like a dumping ground . My dad's clothes were thrown in every corner . The televisions were fallen and broken, our ceilings destroyed. On the floor I saw a blood , reddish like a palm oil. Closer to the exit door was a gigantic foot print marked by blood. That kind of foot print had never been sighted before through out my stay on earth 🌎. I became flurried, my head ached me harder for the rumination about the whereabout of my people. "Did so much happen while I was in comma ?" This was what I kept asking myself yet no answer to the rhetorics. " WHERE ARE MY PEOPLE ?"