The end?

A Flash, a bright light, that's the first thing I see. I was leading a liturgy and all of the sudden, I'm met with what can only be described as an Angelic light, it filled the pews as the congregates began to glow. Is this really happening? I felt a plethora of emotions, Fear, Awe, Euphoria, Joy, Dread. It's the Second Coming of Christ, the Rapture.
As the congregates began to ascend I wondered to myself,
Why wasn't I ascending?
I look down at my feet firmly planted on the ground, my face of awe swiftly turns into one of fear and dread.
Why am I not going with them? What have I done wrong?
"No I couldn't have done anything, this is simply some kind of misunderstanding or perhaps a test, yes surely this is just a test of my faith." I said out loud to a once full now empty Church

I told myself that, months ago and I haven't stopped since then, this is just a test of faith. Much like Abraham being told to sacrifice his son I cannot, NO! I will not turn my back on this.
Was this because I knew I was right or because I was scared of being wrong.
I've been cooped up in the Church this whole time, surviving on anything I can find but food is finite and I will be forced to leave eventually.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid to go out. Who wouldn't be?
I didn't have time for that though, I needed to move and if it really was The Rapture then that means Hell has opened on earth.
I needed to be prepared, I'm a Priest Damnit! If I can't face the horrors out there then who can?
I grabbed my Rosary that my Father had given to me as a child, my bible, and my bag and I set out to look for something, anything...
... or someone. It hadn't even crossed my mind the thought of seeing another person
I would need to be cautious, It's unlikely any survivors would be alive because they were nice.
"I shouldn't think so morbidly." 
I'm a Priest after all, bringing people together is what I do, or did." I pause and look down
Good or not either way when I meet someone I will do my best to save them!
My Father always said even the Nastiest souls could be saved.
He was always more of an optimist, I hope that God welcomed him into his Kingdom
But there is no time to think about this the faster I move the faster I can get back
I set on my way to leave the church. I looked around and thought.
The streets are empty, the sky filled with this red hue that can only be described as a lifeless crimson.
The streets I've known my whole life are now foreign to me
Even though it saddens me, it also brings me a form of relief to see nothing else out here.
I don't know what I would do if I saw something.
As I think to myself I hear a loud bang echo throughout the empty streets
I jump
You never realize how quiet it is until a sudden noise sends a chill throughout your every bone
The streets are so cold, It never gets this cold I can barely walk it's almost as if I'm navigating through this fog, but there is no fog, it's the air it's heavy, it's almost as if the very gravity of the earth itself has shifted, It makes me scared to push forward. I stand still hesitant, wondering if I should look for the source of the loud bang.
It could be anything.
I march forward in this not so familiar town to the last place I thought I heard the noise. I notice the buildings have lost their architectural feel, it's almost as if something has shaped them, molded them to appear differently. Was the church like this? I didn't even bother to check on it but thinking back maybe I should've, What if I don't even recognize the building anymore?
As I'm Walking down the streets I hear it again the loud bang this time it's closer almost like I'm right next to it but, it echoes so I can't make out where it's coming from, but then I hear a blood curdling cry, a sound no person should have to hear or make in their lives, a sound of pure terror and anguish.
"Dolce Madre di dio" I mutter

I quickly rush to the scream to see two bodies on the floor accompanied by a young man no older than nineteen, sobbing with a gun pointed to his head
A chill runs down my spine, I've never seen death before, the lifelessness of a person, the cold stare in their eyes, the pale color palette, it's all too foreign to me.
I stare at the boy... he hasn't noticed me yet I try to mutter something, anything but nothing, I am completely frozen in fear.
Am I really willing to watch this boy kill himself because I couldn't utter a word, No I have to say something, I swallow all my Fear's and with as much confidence I can scramble together I manage to get a word out
"Son?" I said in a half confident tone
He looks in my direction, the gun once pointed at himself faces me.
"W-Who are you!" He shouted while still visibly sobbing
"My name is Father Angelo, I heard a loud noise and I rushed over to help" I say
His cold sad gaze locked onto me, I can tell he doesn't know whether to let his guard down or continue pointing the gun at me, He's trembling.
"You're too late." He whispers, in a softer sob now
"I'm Sorry?" 
"YOU'RE TOO LATE!" He screams, His sadness turned into resent
"Maybe for them but not for you, Son." I said while choking back tears
"Please put the gun down and let's talk" I say nervously
He drops the gun without hesitation, his resent turns into a cold dead blank stare.
Falling onto the ground completely still he mutters
"Talk about what? They're gone, they're both gone and I killed them, I thought it was the quickest way to end their suffering... and mine." His words carry no emotion just emptiness
I sit in front of him and place my hand on his shoulder and ask
"How were they suffering?"
He looks up at me and says
"They were too injured to continue until we ran into one of those... things" You can see the fear fill his face as he begins to imagine it
"T-Things?" I say confused
"It wasn't a person, that's for sure. It was tall, lanky, It had claws, and wings." He shivers
"Dolce Madre di dio, Tell me Son what was Its face?" I asked nervously
"I-I-I Don't know" The tears start to return to the boy's eyes
"It wasn't a human face, it looked like a goat..." He says no longer able to contain his tears
I stood up, Terror filled my face, I know what this means but I can't seem to come to terms with it.
With all my remaining courage I choke down any fear I have and I say to the boy
"Come, let us bury your friends, this place is no resting ground."
He looks up at me and then at them, he wipes the tears and gives me a nod.

No words were said until after we had finished.
"Thank you. I know I didn't say it earlier but really thank you" He says with a slight smile and a tear running down his cheek
"Son, why are you thanking me? I've only done what I should have as a Father." I smile back
"You're the only other person I've seen besides them since it all started" He looks down his smile has faded
He closes his eyes takes a deep breath and says
"I'm sorry for pointing the gun at you, you were only trying to help and I-"
I interrupted him.
"Son please, I hardly need an apology, I should be the one apologizing for I had caught you off guard." subsiding his apology
"If you had been a minute later you'd be burying me with them so truly, Thank you." He looks at me with weakness in his eyes
"Well then you're quite Welcome Son" I give him a smiile
He smiles back and for a second you can see the face of a young Man in his eyes one that reminded me of myself.
"Who were they to you?" 
"My Mother and Best Friend." He mutters
"I'm sorry for your loss." I say with a bit of sadness
"They're in a better place now right?" He ask me with a faint light of hope in his eyes
"Of course." I respond with a slight confidence
"Well then there's nothing to be sorry for he says" Staring down at their graves
"I guess so" I look with him
For someone who's just lost his family he seems calmer than you'd expect, maybe it's the shock, I go to grab his shoulder.
"We should head o-" He wraps his arms around me suddenly and sobs into my Cassocks.
"W-W-What a-am I-I-I going t-t-to d-do" He cries
I can barely make out what he's saying over everything but I manage to hear. I place my hand on his back 
"Don't cry Son I promise you'll never have to go through that again" I say while barely choking back tears
I can't cry, I need to be strong for him, He's lost everything... Everyone, I have to look out for him.
He backs up and looks up at me and asks.
"How will we survive with those things around, How can we possibly fight those things." He looks at me afraid
 “It's like my father always used to say.”