Insignificant.

The world had ended and yet, the sun still shone. It showed no regard for the streets filled with the rusting wrecks of cars; for the rivers filled with bloated corpses; for the homes filled with suicides. While everything died, it continued to thrive, not caring about the insignificant suffering below.

Received first place in part one of So You Think You Can Write. My picture is in the layout. Rated R for gore.