Entombed
It hit so quickly.
The end of the world was like a giant slap to the face for humanity. Sure, we messed up plently of things, and we messed up badly, but no one expected the world would go to shit as quickly as it did.
The TV and radio broadcasted the images of bodies in the streets in their final moments and the first 911 calls. The radio station still sent out an emergency broadcast; long forgotten about, no longer listened to. My uncle Otis listened to that broadcast every hour of every day, waiting for a cure or an answer. But it never came.
The end of the world brought the worst out of people. Between stealing, killing and destroying, the world crumbled like sand between our fingers and the only thing we could was watch from boarded up windows and doors.
But we were lucky. Otis found Hershel's farm virtually untouched, and we were rescued from our boarded little house to open pastures and clean breathing air.
Though it wouldn't stay that way for long.
The end of the world was like a giant slap to the face for humanity. Sure, we messed up plently of things, and we messed up badly, but no one expected the world would go to shit as quickly as it did.
The TV and radio broadcasted the images of bodies in the streets in their final moments and the first 911 calls. The radio station still sent out an emergency broadcast; long forgotten about, no longer listened to. My uncle Otis listened to that broadcast every hour of every day, waiting for a cure or an answer. But it never came.
The end of the world brought the worst out of people. Between stealing, killing and destroying, the world crumbled like sand between our fingers and the only thing we could was watch from boarded up windows and doors.
But we were lucky. Otis found Hershel's farm virtually untouched, and we were rescued from our boarded little house to open pastures and clean breathing air.
Though it wouldn't stay that way for long.