Day: 1
I can't remember the last time that I sat in front of the TV all day and just watched the news. And I can't remember the last time that the news was being broadcasted on every channel (not that it ever has). And when your cable provider is giving you some 500 channels… that's a lot of news. Even more impressive was the fact that every channel was able to air a different story. But I guess you have to give the apocalypse its due respect.
I started on Channel 6 and began flipping through as many as I could stomach. I was already sick by the time I got to 15, and we don't even have channels 8 and 11. At 33 I stuck my head in the nearest toilet and expelled what could have been the last meal that I would ever eat. I was sobbing openly at 91. 147 had me cradling a Bible and praying to a God that I wasn't even sure was still there. I passed out midway through the book of Revelation with the TV on 204.
When I woke up sometime later, the screen was only a blizzard of static. I peeled pages 2054 and 2055 off my face from where they had adhered to the tears. I was mildly curious if the words "final judgment" had managed to imprint themselves on my forehead. Out of frustration and hopelessness… no, scratch that…. For no good reason at all, I threw the book at the snowstorm on the screen. The TV fell off its stand onto the hardwood floors with a crash that sounded eerily similar to something shattering. Yesterday, I probably would have cared.
So, this was it. The end of the world. If death is inevitable at this point, should I sit around and wait for it to knock on the front door or should I run and see just how long it will take for it to catch me? I imagine that scythe has got to be a cumbersome thing to carry…maybe that will give me a bit of an advantage.