826CHI Volunteer Photo Book: My World Project - Part 3: TERROR IN HER EYES

TERROR IN HER EYES, Photo and Story by ELISA FABIAN


July 19, 2008 was one of the loneliest days ever. Only an empty taxi rolled by every 20 minutes. Otherwise, there were no signs of human life anywhere. No humans, but one.

Ana was her name.

She was the chosen one. But, by whom? She didn’t know.

All that was left was a note to her, saying, “Ana, the world needs you, make a change and you’ll survive.”

That was it. No signature or date.

Ana took comfort in a bottle of tequila. That day, she drank shot after shot until she was wasted.

“Stupid life I have! All I ever do is get drunk and then pass out!” Tears streamed down her frustrated face. “Why did it have to be me? Huh? Is anyone out there? Can anyone hear my plea? Help! Aggh!”

When the liquor wore off, Ana glanced at the near empty tequila bottle. “I don’t need you!” she screamed and slammed it across the floor.

She then marched out of the room and into the street, into the world she once knew, ready and determined to find human life.

A breeze picked up and the note flew by her feet. She bent down to grab it, and looked at it once again. It was signed Ana.