The Last Of Us

Prologue

I knew of the stupidity of our kind.
I wasn't stupid enough to blame an extraterrestrial.
Not that I didn't believe in them, it was just too unreal.
Shit, all of it was unreal.

We, humans, had brought this upon ourselves.
We pushed Earth to Her breaking point.
When she tore asunder, only a few of us were left to wonder at our own guilt.
We had this coming.

Here we are, I thought, the last of us, sitting in a fucking man-made cave, eating canned beans and dried fruit watching as the clock to our lives got shorter and shorter.

There's nothing we could do.
Nothing.

All we could do now is wait.

*Sometime in the future*

The wind howled at the entrance of the dark, hollow cave.
The fire crackled as he stared at the stone floor.
Pop, pop.
The flames, the dead bodies he'd seen, the rivers of blood flooding the city streets had taken up every iota of focusing power he had had at that point in time.
It worried him that the world was coming to an end, in fact, it was like the Earth was trying to commit suicide.
He wasn't afraid though, he knew, they knew, that the world was going to end at some point in time.
Theories upon theories had been made; the sun would explode, destroying the planets in it's wake, a meteor would obliterate Earth, a volcano would erupt, burning us all alive.

But I do know; this world has been buckshot to hell.