Armageddon came slowly.
Imagine you are recently born, still new to this world, innocent. Feel the warm breath of your father calling you awake. Now open your eyes and realize you are alone. Everyone has left. If you hadn’t been so absorbed in your own dreams you would have noticed, but here you are.
Where do you go now?
Picture the feather of a dead dove falling. And when it finally touches ground everything is gone, even you.
This is how Armageddon washed over the planet.
There was no cataclysmic climate change. No megatsunamis, supervolcanoes, or meteorite collisions to cleanse the land of the human parasites that had for so long infested it.
There was no man-made ice-age. No glacial exodus to erase all of mankind’s mistakes.
A swarm of alien invaders did not descend from the heavens in a massive coordinated attack, exterminating life as we know it to make room for their extraterrestrial colonies.
There was no government engineered pathogen.
There were no four horsemen.
Subtle in its means, Armageddon crept over humanity, gently smothering it, leaving only the pathetic struggle of an obsessed old man.
He stared out the window at the silent streets. Even the traffic lights were black and lifeless. He had no clue where it had come from. He'd been unaware of its creeping approach. But now, now that everyone was gone and everything was silent, he knew at last: This was why no one was doing the fucking writing exercises.
Opening: JMK McMullen.....Continuation: Anon.