The End of the World

Because of recent events, this story will probably never get finished.

     I open my eyes. I seem to be in a different place. I stand, to look around. I gather the information of what I see around me, turn, and repeat. All I see is grime, dirt, and I can sense death in the air. I feel a strange sensation, like someone is following me, and turn around to see behind me. Nothing. And not the usual "nothing" where it is clear no one is following you. No, the nothing that there is absolutely nothing. It is white. The absense of everything. And the sides seem to be.. melting.

     It was about then that I noticed the strange feeling. Like I was missing a part of me. I start walking away from the edge of nothingness, and then start to sprint. I don't know what I am looking for, but I know I have to move forward, to not get sucked into the eroding world as I know it, to not let the world come crashing down around me. I need to keep moving.

     In my haste, I have barely time to look around. I slow, in an effort to catch my breath, and peer behind me to see that I bought myself some time. I evaluate my surrounding, and recognize some things. Buildings burning. I hear a shreik like my ears had just turned on, and jump back in fright. Monuments lie in ruins around me. I have a strong feeling that this is the end of the world.

     Now, what am I to do? Do I let the nothingness consume me? Do I try to help the shreiking person, and do one good deed before my certain death? But, what about this untimely urge to find what I need, to find what I seem to be missing?

     My decision is made, and I begin walking again, not exactly knowing what I am to find.

     The urge mounts, and the sense of urgency seems to grow. I start running, passing more burning buildings, mourning people, and sights of tragic deaths. I need to get away. I somehow know that if I find whatever I am searching for, it will make things better.

     I run, and run. No where to go. I have a feeling I will know what I am looking for when I find it. But the curiousity mounts, until I cannot stand it anymore. My mind reeling, and my chest heaving from the effort of running, I slowly come to a halt. My breathing is unsteady, and I am panting. But almost imeadiately realize something is different in the place I have come to. My breathing calms, and I feel a sense of relief spread throughout my breathing. I look around, and notice a person, about fifty feet from the path I am on. If I would have kept running, I would have missed this person. My curiousity gets the better of me, and I walk towards the mysterious stranger.

 

As I cautiously near the stranger, I start closely observing the character. First, I notice it is a man, but not completely an adult. He seems to be my size, and he stance alarms me. In this state of panic the world around me is in, this person seems... calm. He's not breathing heavily, like he was just running, like I was, nor was he looking around, alarmed that life itself was melting around him. No, he seems carefree, and content.

     Imediately, I felt my stomach lurch into a fit of rage and jealousy. Why isn't he panicing?

Author's Note

Because of recent events, I will probably not bring myself to finish this. But tell me what you think of it so far anyways?

Reviews

[Dream Catcher]

Ooo I really like this! I got really interest right away without even reading a word of the actual story because its about the end of the world (: I love to write about that! But, the piece was very descriptive and it painted a feeling and picture in my head! You should really expand more off this, it would make a good longer story!