I’ll never forget what a beautiful day it was. The sun was shining, there was the most beautiful breeze. The sky was blue and the grass was green. No one ever expected the 180 that day took.
Everything went from bright, lush, and fresh to black and ash. I fought my way home, choking and crying because of the debris filling my eyes and lungs. It burned. It hurt. The world as I knew it was dying.
Once inside, I was alone. My parents were nowhere to be found. I made my way to the sink and splashed cold water on my face so I could see. I rinsed my mouth and spat black out onto the white enamel. I rushed to the television and was met with a black screen and letters.
No signal.
I fumbled with the remote and nothing worked. My phone refused to find a signal – not even one bar. Forget about internet service.
I turned the radio on and was met with static. I tuned it several times to no avail. When I shut it off I realized just how quiet it was.
However, it wouldn’t last.
You’d be surprised how quickly some people go from civilized to uncivilized.
It didn’t take long for the cold to come in. I hadn’t seen the sun for days. I hadn’t even left the house. I barely ate, and lived under blankets and bulky clothes. When I ran out of food, I ventured out to find that the world as I knew it was no more. Some homes were charred. Some looted. I had seen some cars burned out. It was chaos, and I didn’t even know why.
Many people died with the cold. Some from sickness, others from starvation.
There were some survivors who worked together to try and bring back some sort of society, and then there were the stragglers. Or the outsiders. There were actually many names for them, but no matter how creatively you paint them, they’re still cannibals.
Galactic Bubbles 