It came on a dark unforgivinly cold night. Whilst the town was asleep it came to our homes, and decided weather we were worthy of continuing to live.
Neighbors were slaughtered, and neighbours we're spared.
We tried to figure out why this had happened to us, why we're we the ones who were spared? Then the horrible realization hit us a few days later.
They were the ones who were spared from what was to come. A plague of all manners of bugs swarmed our homes, and they all brought disease nobody had ever seen before.
We were suffering but there was nothing anyone could do for each other. By the time news of our soon to be extinction reached the outer city it was already too late.
They gazed at what had become of us in horror, as the same events began to happen to them. It was happening now across the world.
Was this what they always said would be the reckoning? The beginning of the end? Judgement day?
Whatever it was, there was soon to be no human left, save the very few who were never introduced to a world outside of their communities. The completely pure and innocent, wholesome tribes.
Perhaps they were to be the ones to start a new with the world, maybe our once grand cities will appear to be foreign and old relics. Historical artifacts like we once had discovered.
Only hand written books shall tell our tales now, and I pity the poor fool who ever thinks we were once a great people. Our demise is proof that we were not. Best of luck, to the new world.