And this is how is goes. This is the way the world ends. In neither a bang, nor a whimper. It goes savagely, with screams, and with blood that runs through the streets. The end came swiftly, though not in the least merciful. At the beginning of the end there was so much noise; the things in our everyday lives of a normal human being are so very noisy you see. Cars left running, their owners ripped from them. TVs, computers, sirens, radios, this and more blaring because the end came too fast. The noice of death too, of course. Who would have thought the soundtrack of the end would include the sounds of Spongebob and the gurgling blood from a torn throat together at the same time. But yet, now, with no one to man electricty, and just about no man, period, all is silent. Us humans, we made so much noise in life, and now nature is left to itself and its peace, in our death. Not even the far off sound of an airplane. You can just about hear the trees think.
The blood has dried to a hard crust, almost black with time. The screams are only the echo of a memory now. They live in dreams though. The horror has come and gone, but now the earth is still and empty. The day tick by, hope is lost in this dead world. There is nothing left, in the end.