Prologue
There are a lot of things no one gets right about the end of the world.
Days one through seven after the end of the world are scary to say the least. It's new territory and you're not used to all of the rapid changes. It makes you feel like laying down all day. They're sad days, just like all the movies and books tell you they will be
But on day eight... That's when it gets lonely.
It's a sharp-edged kind of loneliness that cuts right through your soul.
Day 25 will probably be your darkest day yet.
And then around day 32, thats when the boredom sets in. But thats all the end of the world really is though to sum it up in one word: boring. Life without people surrounding you, living their own lives makes doing day to day tasks seem useless and dull.
The world looses its color.
And so, my day 53 began like all the others: repetitive, and dull. I was lonely and I was bored, per usual. Until suddenly... I wasn't.
Days one through seven after the end of the world are scary to say the least. It's new territory and you're not used to all of the rapid changes. It makes you feel like laying down all day. They're sad days, just like all the movies and books tell you they will be
But on day eight... That's when it gets lonely.
It's a sharp-edged kind of loneliness that cuts right through your soul.
Day 25 will probably be your darkest day yet.
And then around day 32, thats when the boredom sets in. But thats all the end of the world really is though to sum it up in one word: boring. Life without people surrounding you, living their own lives makes doing day to day tasks seem useless and dull.
The world looses its color.
And so, my day 53 began like all the others: repetitive, and dull. I was lonely and I was bored, per usual. Until suddenly... I wasn't.
