What do you think of when you hear the word Apocalypse? Zombies? Angels killing off everyone in existence? Rivers running red with blood? That's what most people think. What I think? Death. Destruction. The end of humanity. Maybe that's what you thought. A few months ago, destruction met the world. A group of killers, over 30. Their faces hidden in the disguises of masks, or cuts, or even bloody black eyes. Everyone was terrified. Many were questioned, but no one knew who and what they were, but I do. I also know where they are. Even though it has just happen, this terrible event is just like a far off memory, a joke. Many people in school joke around saying it was the purge, and every time something like that decides to crawl out of their mouths, I wanna punch them.
