Based off of Nerd Cubed's review of "Everybody's Off to the Rapture", I decided to write a short story in a vein based on his and my issues with the plot of the game and I overall just wanted to write a story.

It's my first one, so be nice :P

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

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James the Rat would awake one sleepy Thursday morning in a small town near Woking, England. He would look over to see his husband Harry, an otter, looking back at him, smiling. The two would get out of bed and start to organise their day, everything seeming to be normal.
Things only began to be abnormal, when Harry would go to the letterbox and see at least forty letters having been pushed through it.
The otter scratched his head, before turning to James. "I think someone put these through out door as a prank." Harry grumbled, starting to gather them up.
"Fucking kids these days..." The rat grumbled, going into the kitchen to start working on breakfast, noting how... quiet everything felt.
He opened a window and switched on the radio.
He could hear a crackle of a definite radio transmission... but no sound of music... or presenters... or adverts... or... anything!
"Hmm... Classic Rock Radio's gone out too..." He said, before starting to reprogramme it.
Harry would walk into the kitchen. "Um... James... dear..." He said quietly, stepping closer. "I'm... getting kinda... freaked." He muttered.
James would nod. "Don' worry, I'm sure it's just a coinci-" he began, before dilling in Radio 1
"Attention. This is an emergency broadcast. If you can hear this message, remain in your homes. Remain calm. Listen to updates from the police and local authorities." The radio voice said, before looping, perhaps infinitely.
Harry stood dumbstruck, before grabbing James around the waist and gripping tight. "My god! James! What will we do?!" The otter cried.
James would narrow his eyes. "Hmm... well... we'll start by doing exactly as it says... but not before some breakfast." He grumbled. "D'ya want tea of coffee?" He asked going and beginning breakfast.
After about five minuets, the two were sat in the living room.
Harry was petrified, sitting with his arms around James, nervously sipping his coffee.
James seemed more confident, or at least, less scared. He picked up the phone and proceeded to ring the police.
After dilling 999, nobody would answer to transfer him.
James' confidence began to foil at this point. "Oh god..." He whispered.
"What! What's going on!?" Harry would cry.
James would place the phone down and turn to face Harry, practically about to cry. "There's nobody there... nobody at all..."
Harry would put his head in his hands and start to weep, doing so seemingly until he ran out of tears to cry.
James would put his arms around Harry. "It's okay... I... It must just be..." He said, looking out the window... but that was a grave sight too.
The buildings looked to be in tact, but there was nobody driving around, or walking around... it was deadly quiet...
The rat would get to his feet.
"What is it?" Harry asked, looking up.
"Nothing..." James would say,
"Oh don't give me that!" Harry would scream, grabbing a pillow and trying to drive it through his skull, but unable to even cause himself minor pain.
"Nono! That's what I mean! There's nothing out there! No people, nobody driving around... it's as if... people just... disappeared!" James would cry.
Harry lowered the pillow and gulped. "Oh my god... what... what are we to do?" The otter asked again. "What if it's poisonous out there?"
James shook his head. "I doubt it, I opened a window in the kitchen and I haven't had any ill effect."
Harry scratched the back of his head. "You mean to tell me that all the people have simply... disappeared?"
James nodded. "That's what I think..." The rat said, turning to face Harry again. "Got any other ideas?" He asked.
The otter went red and shook his head. "So... if nobody's around... what should we do?" He asked.
James scratched his head. "I think we should make sure we're alone..." He said. "And then, I would suggest we go supply shopping... or... well, for a want of a better word... loot the shops." He said.
Harry would stand up and was about to say something, but James stopped him. "If we're the only ones left alive, we can take what we need to survive." He said.
Harry would nod, getting to his feet and walking around to the front room, noticing the letters again.
"What about... those?" The otter asked.
James pondered. "Hmm... how about you open them while I go scout out around town." The rat offered.
Harry very firmly shook his head. "No fucking way." The otter said. "I'm not leaving you." He said.
James would open his mouth to complain... but closed it again, unable to find a reason not to. "But... what if someone tries to break into our house?" The rat finally managed to come up with.
Harry shrugged. "Well, if we're not in, they'll steal all our stuff. If we're in, they'll steal all our stuff because I dunno about you, but I'm not going to get myself killed." The otter said firmly.
James nodded. "I'll lock the place up as best I can... then we'll head out." The rat said.
After about ten or twenty minuets, James and Harry were stood outside the house, the rat locking the door and putting his keys back in his pocket.
The two would walk to the edge of their garden and peer around.
In their view they could see a bike dumped on the side of the road and an abandoned car. Everything else looked normal, if empty. They stood their for a while, waiting to see if anyone turned up.
Nobody did.
The village... perhaps the county...England... Europe... maybe even the whole world... was empty... except for them.
The two men looked at each other.
"Well... fuck." James said simply to Harry.
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James and Harry walked up the street, taking in the empty buildings and the abandoned cars... There were no signs of distress... no signs of suffering... of pain... just... nothing... everyone was gone...
The two walked hand-in-hand, taking a moment to walk over to a pub on the other side of the road.
The door was open, the pair stepping inside.
It was empty like everything else... there were a few full bottles of spirits on the back wall behind the bar... a few marks where a cleaner had wiped down the tops of the tables as well as brooms, a bin... nothing that stood out as being harmful.
James would walk to the bar and peer behind it, seeing if anything was hidden behind it. There was nothing out of the ordinary
Harry would go to the bin and peer through it... he too finding nothing of interest.
The otter would look up when he heard the till open.
"James!" He called.
The rat would sharply close the till. "What?" He asked.
Harry would step closer, eyes on his husband. "Your... your not robbing them... are you?" He asked.
James narrowed his eyes. "Of course not... why would I? There's nobody on the planet to give money to." He said, stepping back from behind the bar.
Harry solemnly nodded. "If your right that there's nobody... then I guess taking things... isn't that bad..." He muttered.
James was about to turn and pick up a fancy-looking bottle of gin, but he decided against it.
"Oh god... I don't know... what to do..." The rat moaned, putting his head in his hands.
Harry looked back to the open door of the pub. "Alright... I think what we need to do... is what you said before... stock up." He said. "Essentials, bottled water, foods that keep for long periods of time." The otter said.
James nodded, walking back to the door, the two walking through it, the rat having some faint hope that by opening the door again people would somehow return to the streets, but nobody did... as much as James didn't want to admit it... they were alone.

The two would walk up to a local shop, the door open. They would look around as the place lay empty. Thankfully due to the advancements in solar and wind power, the town wouldn't loose power, the wind-farms and the solar panels would power them, as long as the wind and the sun didn't abandon them like seemingly everything else had prior...
The two took paper bags and began to fill them with bottles of water, soon having four bags of them, each taking two bags. and taking them back to their house. They would return to look over the foods.
"I still feel... a little guilty about this." Harry said.
James nodded. "But you understand that, ya know... if we don't do this... we'll die... right?" He said
The otter meekly returned the nod, before the pair returned to contemplating the food.
"Should we take foods that expire soon? Eat them up... then take things that expire the day after and so on?" Harry suggested.
James smiled. "Good thinkin' Harry." He said.
The otter blushed and smiled, the pair starting to look through the food, picking out things that expired that day, sharing it out between them and eating what didn't need cooking as they did so.
"Do you think we should take some of this stuff anyway to freeze it to use later?" James asked.
Harry pondered. "Well... what about the other shops too?" He asked.
"Oh Christ Harry! I don't think we could eat all the food from just this little place, let alone another shop's worth!" James cried
Harry nodded bleakly. "I think we should just take what can." He said.
James would nod too and they both took out more paper bags. "Okay... so let's take enough food for us for each day, overestimate it and then hopefully we'll have our fridge, freezer and cupboards full, eat through it and then get more." The rat said.
Harry nodded. "We'd better do fruits and vegetables first, since they rot." He said.

After a few hours, Harry and James would have their house full of food.
James would stand in the hall, reading the letter's that had been put through the doorway. None of them were hostile, however one... one...
This letter was addressed directly to James, instead of being to Mr. and Mr. Portsmouth.
He opened it and read it to himself.
"Dear James
It's Mark here,"
James gulped. Mark was his best friend, a squirrel. He was the best man at his and Harry's wedding. He lived up in Basingstoke.
"It's Mark here, I thought I'd better write to you as I hope this kinda thing'd get through a little easier... and I honestly don't trust the phone not to be being spied on..."
James' level of worry began to subtly escalate
"But people... people are acting weirdly. Nobody seems to be talking... it's as if... as if everyone's slowly dying...
If I look out of my window now, people walk... in silence... refusing to talk. In fact, I haven't heard anyone talk all day. It's been pure silence. I hasten to say that I could probably go out there and stab someone and nobody would speak.
I hope this letter finds you... I hope you are doing well... If you could please... well, I know I don't trust the telephones... but if you could give us a friendly telephone call, that'd be very nice of you.
Yours
Mark Westbrook
His number was then left at the bottom of the page.
James raced to the phone and punched in the number, before sitting on the sofa, listening to the phone ring.
It rang...
...and it rang...
It rang for what felt like an eternity.
James' hopes began to die... he had hoped Mark hadn't met the same end as his hopes...
James began to cry and went to hang up the phone.
Click.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Came a voice through the phone.
James froze. "M... Mark? Please, oh unholy gods please let that be you!"
A warm voice would reply with "Yes James, it's me, Mark."
The rat nearly exploded in tears.
"Oh Mark! How glad I am to hear your voice!" He wept.
The two would talk for a long while.
"Have you two rung your families?" Mark asked.
James gulped again. "Well... no... they haven't talked to us since the wedding... I kinda left out... the part about marrying a man..." He muttered.
He heard Mark's pause. "Alright... well, I might as well drive down to you if that's alright." The squirrel said.
"Oh yes of course!" James cried
James then heard Harry call out. "There's no way just me and you'll be able to eat all this!"
"Well, it's alright, because Mark is alive and well and he's going to come on down!" James would call.
"Oh wow! That is a relief!" Harry would say.
Mark would laugh down the phone. "Alright! I won't hang around!" He said. "I'll see ya soon!" He said.
"Bye!" James would call, before putting down the phone.
He beamed as he got up and went out into the hallway. His surprise was only extended by finding Harry stood on the stairs clad in only a pair of dark grey and light blue patterned speedos. The otter blushed with a smile. "It's just us... what's wrong with showing off a little?" He asked.
James gulped and went red, loosening the button of the formal shirt he wore with his pin-stripped black suit.
Harry would smile and very sexily descend the stairs, before walking up to James and smiling cutely.
James would remain bashfully quiet, going very red and trembling slightly. "My god... your beautiful..."
Harry would remain very happy, before giving James a kiss to the lips. "Well... you always said how you wanted to walk the streets without you trousers on... if nobody was around to watch." The otter would say. "And whaddaya know... nobody's around." He chuckled.
James would nod, remaining utterly crimson. He would nervously undo his trousers, slipping them off, before gulping again, the smile remaining, but it a nervous one.
Harry would giggle, before kissing him again. "C'mon... let's sit by the river." The otter said, walking to the front door and opening it.
James would smile and follow him, locking the door behind him.
They would then start to walk through the dusk to the riverbank just past the shop. The two would then sit together beside the river, watching the shimmering waters, the two men alone... free to do as they pleased.
They would make tender love that night too, the moon their only company.
They then lay and looked up at the stars, clothes discarded, Harry's arm and leg around James, the pair nuzzling each other tenderly.
"I... I guess I can get used to this..." James would say with a small smile.
Harry nodded. "Yeah... I can too..." he said, before the pair kissed again...

Later that night, Mark would come and lie down with them... the three looking up at the stars, before falling asleep one by one... it seemed perhaps the world apocalypse wouldn't be so bad