So I just thought of this and another story on the 21st when the world was suppose to end, hehe. Anyway, this is my least favourite, I don't know, I didn't really like it but here, have it anyway.
The world died. And I don't think anybody really noticed. There were no fires or floods. No earthquakes or days of darkness. There was no zombie apocalypse or diseases from another storybook. It was people. Just people. Men and women who had become greedy and ungrateful. For too long, humans had been all take and no give. And in the end it ruined us.
At some point, we lost something. Something that made us human. We were too busy applauding ourselves over meaningless things like the latest iWhatever to remember. Over the years, people became hard. When the Financial Problem hit, we were too selfish to care. Prices rose until nobody could afford anything. And so our economies collapsed. And the lower people, the ones who worked hard for the things we all took for granted were the first to turn against themselves. And that is when Mother Nature saw it fit to take a stand against us. I lied, there were diseases, but not for any animal. We hadn't taken care of our world – not like other living creatures did, because we were human and somehow we saw that as superiority – so Mother Nature took back what we'd been unable to care for. Food became scarce, just like the money had. I suppose that's when we became truly desperate.
Desperation and fear can turn man back into beast like I've never seen. Everybody wanted to claim what was theirs. Countries raged of their own poverty as if they had the right to blame the rest of the world. A war like nothing you'd ever believe was declared, every country for itself. We swore we'd destroy each other until everything was fixed or there was a single survivor left. Except we didn't need help in destroying ourselves. Except we never got far enough to see an actual war between any country. They were all too busy fighting themselves. I swear, one couldn't believe it unless you saw it. The way humans are actually animals. We tried to pretend we weren't, that our intelligence made us better, but we're not. I suppose it was hard for Governments to control anything when all their people were all against each other. Their armies split and suddenly, there were no governments.
I remember sometime after, when countries weren't countries but land, I was sitting on the side of what was once a road, watching as this Church was being torn to the ground. Not by any natural event but by people. People who used to attend and sit in the pews they were tearing apart. I have never been religious but the way they ripped at its beauty until they bled broke my heart. It was like any progress we'd made since we were Neanderthals had vanished. And worse, I don't think a single person in the crowd watching even tried to stop them. Myself included.
Did you know I seem to have lose all perception of time. I suppose when it all appears to be falling apart and everybody had lost their minds it's not something you keep a track of. Most of my clocks died. Batteries only last so long and it's not like I can go buy new ones. I have this one clock left and for most of the day it is the only noise in my house.
I kind of fear the day it stops.
Although, I am afraid to leave my own home, so I guess it shouldn't come as a shock that I fear when I will be left with nothing but silence. The screams outside stopped a long time ago and the silence is really all that is there. I'm sure I mentioned how desperation can degrade a person. When we realised that nobody was going to fix the world for us, people became what they needed to become to survive. At the worst of times, people can be monsters and honestly, I don't think humanity has ever been at such a low. That is why I'm afraid to leave my home. Odds are I'm not alone and that people are still out there. And I'm not sure if that's better or worse than the silence. Because it means people are being quiet for a reason.
The clock has stopped and it's time for me to leave. It's been weeks since I ate properly and it's either venture further than the few streets around me or die. I hope what they said about life going on is true because I hate to think of this as our great end.
The world died and while nobody noticed, we all remember.
"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper." – The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot