Alex continued to remain in the impenetrable solitude of the catacombs because outside there was a hole. By Carlos del Puente

 Alex continued to remain in the impenetrable solitude of the catacombs because outside there was a hole. "You know what, Mara?" Alex said, pushing a loose strand of hair from her eyes. "I think I've had it with this place." Mara looked up from her book, a rare smile crossing her face. "Again? You say that every week." Alex sighed, her gaze lingering on the ancient, dust-covered map spread across the wooden table. "But this time, I mean it. There's gotta be more to life than this stale air and endless darkness." The candle between them flickered, casting shadows that danced on the damp stone walls of the catacomb chamber. It was a familiar scene, one that had played out countless times in the two years since they'd stumbled upon this subterranean sanctuary. Two friends, a map, and a shared dream of escape. But outside, beyond the heavy iron door that barricaded their world, there was a hole. A gaping, unexplained emptiness that had swallowed the city whole. Mara closed her book with a thud, the sound echoing through the stillness. "We've been over this, Alex. It's not safe. Who knows what's out there?" Alex leaned back in her chair, arms folded. "We can't stay here forever. We have to face it eventually." Their eyes met in silent understanding. The catacombs had been a shelter, a home, but also a prison. They had discovered the truth about the hole by accident, peering through a crack in the wall when the world had gone quiet. It was a sight that had stolen their breath away: the sky where buildings once stood, the earth torn asunder like a piece of rotten fabric. It was a sight that had sent them scurrying back into the safety of their burrow, whispering fearful hypotheses about what could have caused it. But the whispers grew faint with time, replaced by a gnawing curiosity that grew with every passing week. The hole remained a mystery, an ever-present shadow that loomed over their lives. And now, as the candlelight grew dimmer and the whispers grew stronger in Alex's mind, she knew she couldn't ignore it any longer. She had to find out what lay beyond their underground world. Mara studied her friend, the doubt in her eyes slowly giving way to a spark of excitement. "Alright," she said, pushing herself to her feet. "We'll make a plan. But we do this together, got it?" Alex grinned, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Always." Their friendship had been forged in the shadow of the hole, their bond unbreakable. And now, as they prepared to confront the unknown, it was this bond that would be their beacon through the dark. The next morning, the air in the catacombs felt different. It was thick with anticipation and a hint of trepidation as they packed their meager supplies. Water, dried meat, a few torches, and the map that had been their silent companion for so long. They spoke in hushed tones, their footsteps echoing down the narrow, winding corridors as they approached the exit. "Ready?" Mara asked, hand on the cold metal handle of the door. Alex took a deep breath. "Ready as I'll ever be." With a creak that seemed to resonate through the very bones of the earth, the door swung open, revealing a world bathed in the eerie light of an overcast sky. The sight was both terrifying and exhilarating. The hole was there, right in front of them, a stark reminder of the world that had been lost. But it was also a promise of discovery, of adventure, of the chance to rewrite their story. They stepped out into the desolate landscape, hand in hand, their eyes wide with wonder. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant call of a solitary bird. The ground was unstable under their feet, as if it too was afraid of what lay beyond the hole's ragged edges. But Alex and Mara were not deterred. They had a plan, a purpose, and each other. Together, they would explore the mysteries of the outside world, one cautious step at a time. The first thing they noticed was the smell: a metallic tang that hung in the air, a scent of decay and change. It was the scent of a world that had been torn apart and was now trying to piece itself back together. Alex felt it in her nostrils, a sharpness that made her eyes water. They moved carefully, their boots sinking into the soft, unsettled earth. The sky above was a canvas of grays and whites, the clouds heavy with secrets that mirrored the hole before them. It was a stark contrast to the shadowy world they'd left behind, and for a moment, Alex felt a pang of regret for the safety of the catacombs. But the horizon called, and they couldn't resist the siren's song of the unknown. They ventured closer to the edge of the abyss, the wind picking up, carrying whispers of the city's past life. Mara gripped Alex's hand tighter, her knuckles white with fear. "Look," Alex whispered, pointing to a glint in the distance. Something shimmered in the haze, a hint of color in the monochromatic world. It was a beacon, a promise of life amidst the destruction. They descended into the city, the ruins of buildings rising like ancient tombstones around them. The streets were eerily quiet, the only sound their own breathing and the occasional clatter of debris shifting in the breeze. They saw no signs of life, just the remnants of what once was: a child's shoe, a broken vase, pages of a book fluttering like the wings of a lost bird. Their steps grew quicker as they approached the source of the shimmer, their hearts racing with hope. It was a building, or what was left of one, its walls a tapestry of shattered glass and twisted metal. Inside, they found a room untouched by the chaos, a pocket of normalcy in the madness. There, on a dusty desk, sat a computer, the screen cracked but glowing faintly. Mara's eyes lit up, her grip on Alex's hand loosening. "This could be it," she murmured, her voice filled with excitement. "This could explain everything." They approached the machine, the air thick with the scent of ozone. Alex felt a tingle of electricity dance across her skin. As Mara reached out to touch the keyboard, the screen flickered to life, displaying a single message: "Welcome back." The words sent a chill down Alex's spine. Who had left this message? How long had it been waiting for them? The questions swirled in her mind as the computer hummed to life, revealing a world they never knew existed. And with that, their adventure truly began, a journey into the heart of the hole that had consumed their lives. They knew that there would be challenges, that the path ahead would be fraught with danger, but they were ready to face it all, hand in hand, as they sought to uncover the truth about their city's fate and perhaps, find a way to bring it back to life.

By Carlos del Puente