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If Google Earth were to update right now, take a snapshot of the world and allow it for everyone to see, you wouldn't see much. You'd notice bright flares, cities burning ferociously, towers of black smoke rising into the atmosphere, staining the planet.
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Post-End

by Sharaick

If Google Earth were to update right now, take a snapshot of the world and allow it for everyone to see, you wouldn't see much.

You'd notice bright flares, cities burning ferociously, towers of black smoke rising into the atmosphere, staining the planet.

If you were to zoom in, somehow getting through all the smoke and smog, you'd see bodies. Streets filled with blood, vomit, and strewn corpses from sidewalk to sidewalk.

The population of over 7 Billion was now cut down, maybe a few million left in total.

Those few million were stranded. Probably burning alive in a building, or backpacking their way across their country to wherever they hope to find someone else. There's no shortage of radios.

In the last few days no one really cared about the news or where to gather, it was just a smorgasbord of sex, drugs and partying,

all of us waiting for the Earth to crack and finally swallow us up. We were given a month before our pale blue dot was nothing more. We didn't last 2 weeks.

I wish I could tell you what the cause was, but I can't remember. No one can remember.

The few stragglers I've come across in my wanders, those who haven't caved and killed themselves or gone crazy, couldn't tell me what any of the scientists said a mere 8 weeks before.

All we knew is that as the people got less and less skeptical, as the evidence was insurmountable, people devolved into little more than beasts.

At first people stopped going to work, then they started drinking.

It wasn't long before people were beating each other to death over whatever mind altering substance they could get their hands on.

Dealers were murdered not by their rivals, and not by the police, but by crazed addicts and desperate people looking to get distracted from our imminent death.

Liquor stores were pillaged, trucks that were hauling alcohol had been nearly drank dry by the drivers who were pulling them. No one could cope, and no one would blame them.

News fell apart with no broadcasters to announce it. You had people who tried to commander the place, someone at a CNN News Studio trying to replace Anderson Cooper.

Meanwhile on Fox you had another crazed religious lunatic spewing hate speech, saying that the 'fags getting married are responsible for our destruction'. Not that many people saw it.

Electricity was failing, televisions destroyed. Our cell phones couldn't get past much more than that, constantly being taxed by people weeping on the phone with their loved ones.

And here I was, walking amongst it all. Surveying all this carnage after the days had gone past, seeing the ghosts of those beating each other to death with wine bottles, bricks, or bike chains.

Teeth were crunching under my boots, blood causing the soles to become tacky and sticking to the asphault.

In all those apocalypse movies you always saw cars piled up along the highway but I assumed that it was people dying as they were going to their family. No.

These people died long before 'the end' arrived, just no ambulances or tow trucks to take them away.

In the crazed panic of the world ending, no one thought to think about what if it didn't.

Everyone shrieked and screamed, getting some satisfaction deep down about knowing when they were going to die. I mean, look at 2012.

You had people yelling at the top of their voices for years about how the Mayans predicted our death and as the clock ticked on into 2013, it all faded away.

Same for Y2K and every other world ending scenario that had been dreamed up by batshit people with too much time on their hands.

But this time, with even the scientists agreeing, everyone let loose. They allowed themselves to believe in their end.

They fully accepted it into their minds, souls and hearts and promptly lost their marbles.

No one was around to tell us that we were going to pull through, no one was around to announce that the world was NOT ending.

They had all either died in car accidents on their way home, plummeted into the ground when their flight crashed, or blown their brains all over the painted walls of their offices.

The world ended, correct, but only because we allowed it to.

Sure there are people left, but how many? How are we going to get infrastructure back and start over? Where do we gather? Who will lead us? It's funny really.

This time last year I wanted to take a 9mm aspirin but today I'm actually enjoying myself. I don't know if that's still the shock or if some part of me is seeing the brighter side to all of this.

The only thing I know is this, at least the lines at Disney Land won't be such a pain in the ass anymore.

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