Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 16, 2017 14:23:39 GMT -5
The Beginning:
The alarm clock went off, yet I stayed in bed, didn't even make a move to turn it off as I stared up at the ceiling. Why bother? Today was not a day I wanted to get up on anyways. Honestly I doubted anyone did.
Eventually though, mom called me down for breakfast, trying to keep a sense of normality in our house. Even though nothing was normal. Nothing has been normal for days and nothing would ever go back to being normal.
Because, soon, all that there would be, was nothing.
By the time my name had been called a third time, I knew I couldn't stay in bed any longer. So, grudgingly, I kicked my covers off, inviting the cold into my bed as I sat up and stared at my reflection from the mirror across my bed.
My hair was messed up from a restless night of sleep, and if that wasn't enough proof that I hadn't slept well, the bags under my eyes sure were. In my opinion, I looked like a zombie.
Soon enough I found myself walking down the stairs and sitting myself down at the table, still in nothing but my fuzzy pajamas and a blanket wrapped over shoulders.
My sister was there, sitting a seat away from me as she annoyingly kicked her feet back and forth in her excitement. I had to remind myself not to be too upset with her. After all, it wasn't her fault she was so annoyingly happy today. She didn't know the world was ending.
Did I forget to mention that earlier?
Maybe I should backtrack a little.
See it all started, publicly at least, a few days ago, when we were informed of our impending doom. Apparently, there's something coming. Something the government tried to keep hidden from us. They still haven't clarified what it is, in fact most people believed it was a hoax.
Until they came.
We're not sure what they are yet, only that they look to be green goop that spreads faster than wild fire. They came with a message in small pods a day or so ago. The message only said two words, but it was enough to send chills down the toughest of spines.
What were these two words you ask?
The end.
Ever since then, we've been told we have only the rest of today before the end is here. It's sad. People have been acting odd since we heard. People have been getting together, helping one another cross off their bucket lists, things people were too afraid to say before, they now say.
Sadly some people were changed for the worse instead of the better.
Killing, looting, rampaging. All of that has happened too. People left their jobs, they set prisoners free, a lot has been changing lately.
I finished my breakfast in silence, ignoring the annoying sounds my sister made as she went about her day, truly believing that everything was fine.
Once I had finished eating, I got up and walked outside. Why bother getting dressed up today, if it was all just going to end? As I closed the door behind me, I leaned down to scoop up a pile of the goo from the grass, squishing it in my hands.
It tickled as it oozed between my fingers, but I didn't care. As long as it didn't hurt me, I was going to play with it.
"Hey, Dezi."
I looked up as my name was called to see Milo peddle his bike towards my house and park it on the street as he walked over with a smile. Milo wasn't exactly a friend...per say, but we did enjoy causing mischievous together and that made him worth my time.
"Hi Milo. So, what do you have planned for the end of the world?" I asked as I flicked the goo off my hand, wiping any remainder of it off on my pajama bottoms.
Milo grinned and I knew he had something planned. He slicked his hair back before going to touch mine, only for me to reach up and grab his arm just in time. He seemed to get the message and lowered his arm.
"Geez Louis Dez, you're so moody dude," he told me and I sent him a rather unamused glare, which the annoying brat returned with a cheeky grin. Sometimes I wondered why I associate myself with him. "Anyways, here's my plan. So you know that big tower in town? Well how about we-" He began but I had to cut him off there.
"I'm sorry Milo, but I'm not going with you on any of your adventures this time," I told him, stubbornly refusing to look at him. Already knowing I would fall victim to those big doe eyes of his.
He let out a small, but nonetheless pathetic whine of protest. Pawing at my shoulder like a dog. "But Dez...the plan won't work without you, why not?" He asked and I looked away, shuffling my feet slightly.
"I'd rather spend the day alone. I want time to reflect on everything I've done in my life before I have to say goodbye," I explained rather weakly. Milo wouldn't understand it. The need to reflect. He didn't regret anything he had done in life.
I did though.
I regretted a lot.
Milo did eventually agree, gave me an unwanted hug, and then was on his merry way. Once I had seen his bike leave the neighborhood, I started to head off as well. Not bothering to tell my sister nor my mother that I had left.
What was the point anyways? It would all be over soon anyways, I didn't stop walking for hours, not until I had found myself at the lake, which is where I sat myself down on a small cliff, staring down at what should have been water. Instead it was just goo.
Most things were now. The goo kept expanding, almost covering the entire world by now. Maybe that was the point. Maybe whoever wanted to end us, wanted it that way.
I spent the remainder of my day there. I would play with the goo, I would try to find any animals or bugs, or something to indicate that there was more life than humans left. Of course there was nothing. The goop had taken care of the animals days ago. Now there was nothing left.
Finally, it came.
Anyone could see it, probably anywhere on the planet too. A big space station, possibly the size of the moon, had come. So this was it. The end. People never thought it would end like this. Killed by aliens on a planet full of green goop on what would have been a pleasant Tuesday evening.
At least it was one heck of a way to go.
As I sat there on that cliff, waiting for my doom, I couldn't help but feel frightened. We knew hardly anything. We didn't really know what was going on or why. We had hardly been given a warning. I liked to think that there was a team out there, somewhere, who were trying to stop this, like in all the stories.
But let's face it, if they were out there, they sure weren't doing a good job at saving the world.
None of us really knew what was going to happen, how it was going to end, what it would be like. None of us actually even knew why it was going to be the end. I assumed there was a reason for it though.
It was aggravating, waiting for the end when you knew it was coming. I didn't know what to expect, but the longer the wait was the longer it was going to bug me. I kept my eyes open, despite how badly I wanted to close them as I waited for our doom.
Then, suddenly I heard a noise. It was similar to that of a noise of a soda bottle fizzling. Yet it rang directly in my ears. I reached up a hand to try and stop it, only for my gaze to lock itself on my hand.
Which was fizzing too. Green and sparky, my hand began to disappear. I gulped, was this how it ended? It wasn't what I had been thinking.
Soon, my whole body was disappearing, and finally, I closed my eyes, unable to watch the end any longer.
I waited, and I waited for what seemed like hours, though I also highly doubted it was that long. Finally the fizzling stopped, and it was like everything had stopped. Was this it, was I dead?
No, I couldn't be, I felt no different...and there were...noises. I risked opening my eyes to find myself somewhere not on Earth.
Instead I appeared to be on the big space station in the sky...at least, that was my only guess at the moment. And I wasn't alone. Hundreds of other people, maybe more, were crowded around me, and if I was being honest, I was beginning to feel really claustrophobic.
It seemed that none of us knew what was going on, and then, a voice spoke. Most surprisingly, in English.
"Welcome English speaking humans to Space Station Nine. The end of your planet has come. But that does not mean the end for you. You shall continue on as the chosen few of the human race. Feel honored that we did not leave you to die."
The voice that spoke was odd, robotic almost, and I honestly couldn't say that I liked it.
"You will now be escorted to your sections. Do not worry, you do not need to thank us for saving you, all you must do to earn your keep among us is to serve us. We now own you. Thank you and have a nice day."
Then just like that, the transmission turned off and doors swung open from all different locations in this room we were in. From the doors swarmed giant, robotic like aliens dressed from head to toe in armor, and then roughly, they began to lead us away, dividing us up to send us through different doorways.
As I was roughly shoved aside with what I figured was my group, towards a cold, large door, I couldn't help but wonder what they had meant when they said the end for our planet had come, and I also couldn't help but wonder what this meant for me.
Though one thing was clear.
This was most certainly, not the end.
The alarm clock went off, yet I stayed in bed, didn't even make a move to turn it off as I stared up at the ceiling. Why bother? Today was not a day I wanted to get up on anyways. Honestly I doubted anyone did.
Eventually though, mom called me down for breakfast, trying to keep a sense of normality in our house. Even though nothing was normal. Nothing has been normal for days and nothing would ever go back to being normal.
Because, soon, all that there would be, was nothing.
By the time my name had been called a third time, I knew I couldn't stay in bed any longer. So, grudgingly, I kicked my covers off, inviting the cold into my bed as I sat up and stared at my reflection from the mirror across my bed.
My hair was messed up from a restless night of sleep, and if that wasn't enough proof that I hadn't slept well, the bags under my eyes sure were. In my opinion, I looked like a zombie.
Soon enough I found myself walking down the stairs and sitting myself down at the table, still in nothing but my fuzzy pajamas and a blanket wrapped over shoulders.
My sister was there, sitting a seat away from me as she annoyingly kicked her feet back and forth in her excitement. I had to remind myself not to be too upset with her. After all, it wasn't her fault she was so annoyingly happy today. She didn't know the world was ending.
Did I forget to mention that earlier?
Maybe I should backtrack a little.
See it all started, publicly at least, a few days ago, when we were informed of our impending doom. Apparently, there's something coming. Something the government tried to keep hidden from us. They still haven't clarified what it is, in fact most people believed it was a hoax.
Until they came.
We're not sure what they are yet, only that they look to be green goop that spreads faster than wild fire. They came with a message in small pods a day or so ago. The message only said two words, but it was enough to send chills down the toughest of spines.
What were these two words you ask?
The end.
Ever since then, we've been told we have only the rest of today before the end is here. It's sad. People have been acting odd since we heard. People have been getting together, helping one another cross off their bucket lists, things people were too afraid to say before, they now say.
Sadly some people were changed for the worse instead of the better.
Killing, looting, rampaging. All of that has happened too. People left their jobs, they set prisoners free, a lot has been changing lately.
I finished my breakfast in silence, ignoring the annoying sounds my sister made as she went about her day, truly believing that everything was fine.
Once I had finished eating, I got up and walked outside. Why bother getting dressed up today, if it was all just going to end? As I closed the door behind me, I leaned down to scoop up a pile of the goo from the grass, squishing it in my hands.
It tickled as it oozed between my fingers, but I didn't care. As long as it didn't hurt me, I was going to play with it.
"Hey, Dezi."
I looked up as my name was called to see Milo peddle his bike towards my house and park it on the street as he walked over with a smile. Milo wasn't exactly a friend...per say, but we did enjoy causing mischievous together and that made him worth my time.
"Hi Milo. So, what do you have planned for the end of the world?" I asked as I flicked the goo off my hand, wiping any remainder of it off on my pajama bottoms.
Milo grinned and I knew he had something planned. He slicked his hair back before going to touch mine, only for me to reach up and grab his arm just in time. He seemed to get the message and lowered his arm.
"Geez Louis Dez, you're so moody dude," he told me and I sent him a rather unamused glare, which the annoying brat returned with a cheeky grin. Sometimes I wondered why I associate myself with him. "Anyways, here's my plan. So you know that big tower in town? Well how about we-" He began but I had to cut him off there.
"I'm sorry Milo, but I'm not going with you on any of your adventures this time," I told him, stubbornly refusing to look at him. Already knowing I would fall victim to those big doe eyes of his.
He let out a small, but nonetheless pathetic whine of protest. Pawing at my shoulder like a dog. "But Dez...the plan won't work without you, why not?" He asked and I looked away, shuffling my feet slightly.
"I'd rather spend the day alone. I want time to reflect on everything I've done in my life before I have to say goodbye," I explained rather weakly. Milo wouldn't understand it. The need to reflect. He didn't regret anything he had done in life.
I did though.
I regretted a lot.
Milo did eventually agree, gave me an unwanted hug, and then was on his merry way. Once I had seen his bike leave the neighborhood, I started to head off as well. Not bothering to tell my sister nor my mother that I had left.
What was the point anyways? It would all be over soon anyways, I didn't stop walking for hours, not until I had found myself at the lake, which is where I sat myself down on a small cliff, staring down at what should have been water. Instead it was just goo.
Most things were now. The goo kept expanding, almost covering the entire world by now. Maybe that was the point. Maybe whoever wanted to end us, wanted it that way.
I spent the remainder of my day there. I would play with the goo, I would try to find any animals or bugs, or something to indicate that there was more life than humans left. Of course there was nothing. The goop had taken care of the animals days ago. Now there was nothing left.
Finally, it came.
Anyone could see it, probably anywhere on the planet too. A big space station, possibly the size of the moon, had come. So this was it. The end. People never thought it would end like this. Killed by aliens on a planet full of green goop on what would have been a pleasant Tuesday evening.
At least it was one heck of a way to go.
As I sat there on that cliff, waiting for my doom, I couldn't help but feel frightened. We knew hardly anything. We didn't really know what was going on or why. We had hardly been given a warning. I liked to think that there was a team out there, somewhere, who were trying to stop this, like in all the stories.
But let's face it, if they were out there, they sure weren't doing a good job at saving the world.
None of us really knew what was going to happen, how it was going to end, what it would be like. None of us actually even knew why it was going to be the end. I assumed there was a reason for it though.
It was aggravating, waiting for the end when you knew it was coming. I didn't know what to expect, but the longer the wait was the longer it was going to bug me. I kept my eyes open, despite how badly I wanted to close them as I waited for our doom.
Then, suddenly I heard a noise. It was similar to that of a noise of a soda bottle fizzling. Yet it rang directly in my ears. I reached up a hand to try and stop it, only for my gaze to lock itself on my hand.
Which was fizzing too. Green and sparky, my hand began to disappear. I gulped, was this how it ended? It wasn't what I had been thinking.
Soon, my whole body was disappearing, and finally, I closed my eyes, unable to watch the end any longer.
I waited, and I waited for what seemed like hours, though I also highly doubted it was that long. Finally the fizzling stopped, and it was like everything had stopped. Was this it, was I dead?
No, I couldn't be, I felt no different...and there were...noises. I risked opening my eyes to find myself somewhere not on Earth.
Instead I appeared to be on the big space station in the sky...at least, that was my only guess at the moment. And I wasn't alone. Hundreds of other people, maybe more, were crowded around me, and if I was being honest, I was beginning to feel really claustrophobic.
It seemed that none of us knew what was going on, and then, a voice spoke. Most surprisingly, in English.
"Welcome English speaking humans to Space Station Nine. The end of your planet has come. But that does not mean the end for you. You shall continue on as the chosen few of the human race. Feel honored that we did not leave you to die."
The voice that spoke was odd, robotic almost, and I honestly couldn't say that I liked it.
"You will now be escorted to your sections. Do not worry, you do not need to thank us for saving you, all you must do to earn your keep among us is to serve us. We now own you. Thank you and have a nice day."
Then just like that, the transmission turned off and doors swung open from all different locations in this room we were in. From the doors swarmed giant, robotic like aliens dressed from head to toe in armor, and then roughly, they began to lead us away, dividing us up to send us through different doorways.
As I was roughly shoved aside with what I figured was my group, towards a cold, large door, I couldn't help but wonder what they had meant when they said the end for our planet had come, and I also couldn't help but wonder what this meant for me.
Though one thing was clear.
This was most certainly, not the end.
