Three drabbles of the apocalypse today. Enjoy.
Fire and Ice
We believed the lies, and they burned down the world.
Greed was good, for the privileged few. The rest of us went without. Many of us starved. Protests ended in riots. More died. They didn’t mourn; they blamed us for not conforming.
It was never their fault.
Never their ambition, their narcissism, their lack of empathy.
And we let them divide us until it was too late. Too late to see our mistake, too late to reverse the course. But we didn’t go down alone.
We took them all with us.
They burned the world, but never reaped their reward…
Plague
There is madness in isolation, but there is a comfort in being alone. When they are all gone, when you’ve shed all your tears, and you have nothing left to give. When all that warms you is survival and the simmering rage.
You know they will come, eventually.
The infected, screaming hordes pounding on your door, smashing the windows, and it will all end. You welcome that end. The one where you fight and lose. When you finally let the fury out and death takes you.
It is the other ending you fear. The one where you join the infected…
The End of All
No one remembers why.
Screams and riots and divided opinion turned to hate, hate turned to war. Now the world is ash and the few survivors pick up the pieces. We probably won’t last long; how do you live amid near total devastation?
I met an old man who said we were unlucky. That the lucky ones were dead. Is he right? Maybe, but I’ll keep going until I get lucky.
I just wish I had the answer.
How did we hate so much that we ended the world?
Who was so awful that billions died to prove them wrong?
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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