Apocalypse of Mankind.

We didn't know when it was coming, when it was going to happen.... when all our families and loved ones were to be ripped away from us, devastating, starving... We didn't know when to expect the Apocalypse.

 

And we still don't know when to expect it. But the feeling we're getting... the government shutting down, people dying of disease rampant, food contaminated and no longer there. Animals running everywhere, rabid... No method of control. People, dirty and starving, hiding under sheets of blasted building, the aftermath of World War III. Biochemical warfare has mangled everyone into monsters, no longer caring for others, only caring for themselves.

 

The UV rays from the sun will split and blister your skin on contact. The ozone is completely depleted, the weather its hottest in the history of time...

 

People dying. We didn't expect it to be this bad. The species of man is slowly dying off with disease, with children whose parents are killed or eaten by others. These children can't defend themselves, and are killed too.

 

And then the night comes, alas, and these nasty, filthy creatures crawl out to desperately feed. The temperature drops to ninety, and animals are settling down, migrating to the other side of the broken city.

 

Craters pock mark the surface, aftermath of explosions of C4 and concrete amd pavement and hate. No civilization left at all. Back to square one... Mankind has progressed to its peak of intelligence and prosperity, then regressed slowly back into mental deterioration, ignorance, killing each other to survive.

 

Burned school buses flipped over onto department stores, trains hanging like pieces of yarn off a concrete railway... The moon glints white and threatening over it all, bringing an eerie sensation to your bony body.

 

The Apocalypse is near, you can feel it in your fingertips, the warming, tingling feeling shooting through your body. Light cracks open the sky and rains down on the sad, gray, smoking, destroyed world, bringing light to others and you realize you are no longer alone. With arms outstretched skywards and faces turned upwards towards the light they wander.

 

They aimlessly bump into each otherm stumbling and tripping over mangled metal, carcasses, car parts, chunks of concrete, bomb shells.

 

And this savior is oh so near to your heart, yet thousands of miles away on the horizon, bringing light to your dark and lonely world of poverty, hunger, and destitute.