The Day the World Ended.

With a Whimper

The day the world ended there was silence. There was no bang, no explosion, no fire to ravage the planet. There was no trading of nuclear arsenals; the dreaded Mutually Assured Destruction. There was no grand war, no rebel army, no world government to be risen against. There was just quiet.

The day the world ended there was silence. There was no invasion from beyond, no unseen enemy from a star far far away. There was no rogue asteroid, no collision course. There was no one hiding, no one running. There was just quiet.

The day the world ended there was silence. There was no viral outbreak, no Patient Zero. No diseases and no aptly named fevers or flu. There was no contagion, no unknown pathogen. There was no horde, alive or undead. There was just quiet.

The day the world ended there was silence. The silent ice marched along the path it had for centuries. The dead forests beyond the great white whispered songs to the petrified ground below and their music was carried by the gentle winds to the ice deserts yonder. But there was no response. There was just quiet.

The day the world ended there was just a woman, her only child rotting away in her arms, and she breathed her last, and then, there was quiet.

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