Stories

The End [of The End]

Marcus, not knowing why there was a countdown to the end of the world, just sat there, silent and still, because silent and still are the most descriptive words to describe what was happening. He overheard a couple of people in the crowd in front.

"I can't wait for the end!"

"I know, this modern Mayan calendar thing is amazing!"

"Guys I got your call, what's actually happening?"

"The end of the world. Isn't it great? We have all been waiting here for three days like those people waiting for a phone. The worlds meant to end today."

"I heard it was counting down for a year now, just mysteriously appearing one day. This is so cool!"

Marcus was confused at this. He came here for the beverages, not for the end. Thinking why everyone went to the middle of the city to see the end just made his brain hurt. He looked up toward the giant digital countdown, as the crowd of 2 million people began to chant.

"10"

"9"

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5"

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

As they said one the countdown displayed something different than before, in big red pixelated letters

Welcome to the End

Everyone cheered.

Everyone but Marcus, he just sat there silent and still. To be honest, he expected more, not a countdown and a celebration, but more of an explosion, or zombies, or alien invasion, or anything but this. Still curious as to who set this whole thing up, he walked to the nearest bar, not to drink, rather just to sit down.

As he entered the bar no one was inside, which was expected because of the commotion outside. He locked the door behind him and rested. He heard screams as he looked through the fogged glass windows. Screams of pain, agony and fear. Hands hit the window as blood splattered over it. The unknown of outside was something Marcus didn't want to know. The unknown of who set this up, on the other hand, was something he wanted to know. His brain hurt at the thought.