JOURNAL ENTRY:

I always remember my mum and the little insights she would dish out as i was growing up. Those little insights were like gold to me. It was like being given a small peep into the future i guess, even if half of what she said was kind of cryptic, but still, they had powerful sway in my life. So naturally the day my mum said to me 'Troubles brewing. Big trouble', i took it for what it was. . . Trouble with a capital T. That was over a year ago and my mum couldnt have been more right.

The world is a kaleidescope of colors, smells, sights, tastes and sound. Bright and full of wonder with a hint of grey to bring balance. But what happens when that hint of grey blankets the world and strips it of all that we know and plunges us into a bleak existence where we are fighting to live for just one more day. . .

Even to this day people still dont know what happened. There were rumors of terriosts, war, greedy governments, right down to an alien invasion. You name it, if it was plausible enough to get one person to even consider it then it was in the bag of 'maybes'.

Where once, there stood massive monuments in rememberance to icons of old, there now stood rubble and ash. What was once considered an object of beauty, was now nothing more than an indiscernible thing. Our world as we knew it was gone. And no one had a clue of the how let alone the why!

The world has turned into a savage wasteland of survival of the fittest. If you are weak you will be stepped on, especially if it involves your next meal. What they showed in the movies like Dawn of the Dead and Resident Evil, of people coming together to help their fellow man in need, banning together in order to survive is NOT what is happening. Out there in whats left of world since it disintergrated into ash, is nothing but barbaric behaviour, mankind reverting to some animalistic trait inherently hidden deep within their soul.

Everyday i day go out and hunt for our next meal. And everyday i would pray that some of that color we once had, would miraculously find some way to penetrate the gloom that had fallen over the ruins that was our city.

Everywhere there was despair, everywhere there was the lingering smell of decay. Everywhere there were signs that mankind had fallen from grace. We are our worst enemies, there is nothing out there that could bring down more destruction than what we can.

And everyday i step out of the confines of our makeshift home into a city gone insane, it becomes more evident to me that i need to get my mum the hell out of here if we are to have any hope of survivng another year.

There has been nothing on the short wave radio suggesting that help is on the way. Right now i would welcome the sound of a police siren just so it will give me hope that things will once again be restored. That there are people out there working to figure a way of rebuilding what was decimated and bring order to all this. . . Chaos.

I can no longer live in an environment that threatens myself or my mum any longer. I am all that she has and if it wasnt for my mums insights i wouldnt be here.

This city we once called our home no longer resembles anything we knew all it resembles is what happens when mankind decides to use its destructive powers, for reasons that have no real heft to them. Leaving their people homeless and littering the streets with their rotting corpses, hungry and bewildered. Those that are left, wondering why the people who feigned to protect them do not answer their cries but have seemingly deserted them.

This is not the city i remember, this is not the city i held in my heart. All this is now . . . .is just a city of ash.



(* This was a piece i wrote in a proseprompt competition that had to be written as a journal entry about 'the end of the world as it was happening or after it happened'. This piece placed second.)

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