Traveller

Haha this is so short rip

'It's been days, weeks, months and even years since I've had a good story to write, I've been struggling with the endless possibilities lined up before me, I know I'm not popular, I know I'm not bursting with enthusiasm but this is finally the time where I begin to write, I will absolutely force myself to write before I give up again. So why on this god forsaken earth can I not think of anything to type, not even a slight idea?! 'I had been in mental agony for hours, no ideas at all to write or even think about. Throwing my arms down, I slid my laptop off my lap onto my pillow and rolled over to the window, unlocking it I carefully pushed it open a crack and peered out into the torrid wasteland that was once a rich green park, fires, thick dark smoke and slow storm clouds now covered the area of the semi- desolate street where I had once lived for two years, I slammed my window shut and quickly locked it before dropping back onto my bed and sighing heavily.

The outside world had been like this only since a few days ago, by this? I meant a literal hell hole. At the time, a brilliant idea had just come to me and in a flash my laptop screen had frozen and I was tossed around like a hot potato till I passed out, when I had awoken, my idea had evaporated and I was stuck in a parched domain, of course I lived alone so I didn't panic when I realised nobody was around. Although now I'm stuck again with writer's block and this time, in an apocalyptic earth. If I was going to die, I would have died in that earthquake that stole my only inspiration in months, no, in forever. What a normal week I had thought over and over when I wandered around my room. Honestly this all should have happened in 2012 when everyone was making such a big deal out of the end of the world, but no, almost five whole years later and finally we're having the destruction and word chaos. Well, I couldn't care less if my house had landed in the middle of the ocean as long as I had my office and wasn't constantly forced to go food shopping, in fact the world is better this way, I can die alone and in peace.

I don't have much to miss really, to start of, my laptop is the most important thing in my life, it has my files, my work, my mind and my sanity all stored safely behind a simple little code trapped inside a 20 year old man's mind. My house didn't cost much to rent either and I never had any friends I really enjoyed being around so I guess I'm not really bothered to die in my room in an apocalyptic world. Everything here seems fairly normal for an apocalypse, but one thing does strike the world as odd, it seems as if either everyone died or they're all hiding because through my three strained all nighters, not a single soul has slipped past my vision, of course I wouldn't go out into the streets if I was them either, it looks like hell.

I know I already said many times that the world is now a literal hell hole, but it really is a fricking hell hole. How do you explain burnt everything, fires that have been going for days with nothing keeping them alight! Dark thick smoggy clouds that aren't even slightly showing any sign of clearing up, red musty air, screams and wails of broken and exploding cars, empty streets, nobody by your side? This world I once knew is now a huge mess, it felt like the world had gotten angry at me and lashed out like this.
But for some reason, I felt normal, it felt like I'd been here a hundred times yet I know I have never seen the world in such chaos.