Beautiful Disaster

"People always said that if the apocalypse happened the world would turn into a wasteland. One where there is no light or life. That it'd be covered in gray smoke, trash, fires, and hopelessness. One where all the people rot and die or turn into another being due to a virus or a world catastrophe. I never thought I'd live long enough to agree nor deny these beliefs. Yet I did. And I can say that it's nothing like anyone thought. The cause of this was just a good idea that wasn't thought through very well."
In a new world that has grown from the mistakes of humanity. All one knows is that they are all that's left. The occasional passerby is all the hope that is needed to believe there are others out there. Oftentimes humanity takes advantage of Earth. It's nature, resources, beauty, and imperfections. Taking a step back from a disaster to see the new picture is enlightening. Enjoy the tour of a different perspective of a global apocalypse.

This short story has no developed main character. I did this on purpose. I did this so the reader could engage with the sense of hopelessness and the new world better. To focus more on the environment opposed to the person. It's whoever you want it to be, looking however you want. No name is given, no major physical descriptions either. Where there is a new world and the old one is gone, all sense of individuality is gone, hence the no name or main character. It's enjoying the frightening new world.

All ideas, settings, and writing aspects of this story are soley created and owned by me. Thank you for reading :)