Myriad Nothings

Sparkling softly, the silver moon glowed subtlety onto Kris’s skin as he strolled along the park cement. It had been only four days after the Apocalypse broke out, but it seemed like the whole world had been dead for centuries. A thick sheet of dirt blanketed the city. All the bright lights that should have been illuminating the city were ineffective against the heavy gloom of nothingness. It was not a peaceful nothing. It was an uncomfortable, gut-wrenching quietness. For once, Kris wanted to go to school. He did not care about not having friends or eating lunch alone. He just wanted to see the faces of people he knew were going to be there tomorrow and the next day, and the next day after that. Kris did not want to be the only one. He would rather be lonely in school than lonely for life.