All that's Left, Origins

This Is How the World Ends

"This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper."

-T.S. Eliot

Jacob's P.O.V(Point Of View)

Our world is a strange place, where once it was a happy place, a home free of fears like the common cold, or breaking a bone. Now, the common cold puts those around you in fear, thinking that you won't be able to get better, as if you had been placed in a mentally drained state of life. A broken arm means that you might as well of lost that arm, for weeks and weeks of recovery, and praying that it would heal right. Everything has changed.

3 months. It took 3 months for the institution that we called a government to fall to shit, for lack of a better term. Our leaders died, the plague that swept the nation ripped out our roots of safety and security. Without those old rules that had once held us, keeping us safe, were gone. The people who survived and did not want to follow the rules didn't have to, making chaos ensue between those who were still left. Another 2 months have passed since then, making it 5 months since this the virus, one that was believed to be a mutated form of the bubonic plague, a disease that had already once ripped apart the foundations of our society. From the people I have seen and heard since those five months, it was called 'The Black Death 2.0' or usually something along those lines. This time, unlike the plague it is named after, it has actually become more lethal.

The city around us isn't as bad as other places. I heard Chicago went down in chaos, with the rioting and destruction putting the place in more or less rubble. Indianapolis, the capital of the corn state, suffered less in comparison. Most of us died before rioting could ensue, and even though the entire world fell to shit, we didn't have the strength to attack ourselves. Now, that's not to say the city is anything like it used to be, not by a longshot. The initial looting and rioting left our city ugly, disfigured. Luckily for food, however, when the city with eight and a half hundred thousand people drops to a hundred, maybe 200 hundred, there isn't a ton of people left to share with. That fact definitely makes lives easier.

Now, those left, long for companions they can trust, begging whatever god or gods, if any at all, for some way to make things right again. With riots and beating happening from those few that were lucky enough to survive, there are few people we can still trust. We hope to find people that we can, those who want to do the same as us, to pull the world back, to come together, to become strong again, to....

"Jacob! Something's wrong with your sister!" His friend Amber yelled from the other room, her voice filled with urgency. Jacob closed his book, throwing the small, leatherback journal onto his bed as he ran into the girl's room. His room was across the hall from hers, on the far left corner of the house. In her bed he saw his sister, Bailey, throwing her arms around while crying. Through her sobs, the words 'mom' and 'dad' were audibly heard. Her face looked the same way it did when Jacob was brought back by Amber. The face brought memories...

Jacob lost his mom within the second month of the plague, his father not far behind her, leaving to get supplies and never returning. At the time, they didn't know they were immune (hell, they still don't know for sure, maybe they are just lucky), so they spent the next couple of days cowering in terror, using the ever-dwindling amounts of food that once filled their cabinets, reducing it to a fraction of what it once was. On the fifth day of their tremendous amount of fear, Jacob went out into the society, now since altered into a hellish world. At the start, the world was a much safer place, even when the plague started. A lot more people were around, all who were able to leave society did and there was a time where people still tried to keep things together. Some buildings looked bad, with the broken windows of stores more or less commonplace Now though, things got a lot more dangerous. There was, however, one good thing that happened with the dangerous trips he had to make to the world outside.....