The End Of The World
1:18 PM
and time was ticking on. from the shower to the ego waffle. Time was moving. They knew that the world was coming to an end in two hours, but they didn't know how. Refusing to accept fate, they must find a way to stop it.
From Philadelphia to Mississippi they crawled faster than planes. "Do you know how the world is going to end?"
People looked at them and shook their head. No one knew.
Work was useless... why were people there? Didn't they know the world was going to end and their last days would be filing papers at a desk?
So they kept moving. Down boxcars until they reached Louisiana. New Orleans.
"I want to go to mardi gras. They always know what's going on." Someone with an idea said.
But when they reached New Orleans, there was nothing there.
"Has it already happened?"
But they were alive.
In a constant search for a survivor they kept wondering on. Through villages of mass destruction and trenches of jazz bars that used to be. They came to a building. Red brick all the way to the top.
The sky was getting gray. "Maybe this is how it's going to end." Someone pointed at the possibility in the sky.
With heads hung high the realization was made. No one knew. And what was worse, was there was an hour left of nothing but waiting.
"I'm going back to work. There's no point in wondering." One of the crew was giving up.
"I'm going back to Philly." Another lost hope was present.
Eventually there was just one person left. Looking up at the New Orleans sky and hoping that something wouldn't happen.
"I'm staying."
and time was ticking on. from the shower to the ego waffle. Time was moving. They knew that the world was coming to an end in two hours, but they didn't know how. Refusing to accept fate, they must find a way to stop it.
From Philadelphia to Mississippi they crawled faster than planes. "Do you know how the world is going to end?"
People looked at them and shook their head. No one knew.
Work was useless... why were people there? Didn't they know the world was going to end and their last days would be filing papers at a desk?
So they kept moving. Down boxcars until they reached Louisiana. New Orleans.
"I want to go to mardi gras. They always know what's going on." Someone with an idea said.
But when they reached New Orleans, there was nothing there.
"Has it already happened?"
But they were alive.
In a constant search for a survivor they kept wondering on. Through villages of mass destruction and trenches of jazz bars that used to be. They came to a building. Red brick all the way to the top.
The sky was getting gray. "Maybe this is how it's going to end." Someone pointed at the possibility in the sky.
With heads hung high the realization was made. No one knew. And what was worse, was there was an hour left of nothing but waiting.
"I'm going back to work. There's no point in wondering." One of the crew was giving up.
"I'm going back to Philly." Another lost hope was present.
Eventually there was just one person left. Looking up at the New Orleans sky and hoping that something wouldn't happen.
"I'm staying."