At World's End

The night faded to a deeper black, cutting out all bits of light like a butcher cuts out meat. The crowd gathered around the fallen man. He writhed in pain, scrambling on the ground for any piece of evidence that he wasn't alone.

Wasn't dying.

But all he found was the feet of the onlookers who offered no help, no reassurance, no emotion. They all just watched and watched. It made one crazy, seeing those who could assist him stand by and do nothing.

This was the world now. The warm, fuzzy Earth was gone, replaced with a cruel place where even the most generous becomes a killer.

This is the world after wars, after the destruction, after the ruthless people who led the way to revolution and change.

Now, as people all over the world writhed in pain from various wounds, those in charge were planning something else.

Something bigger.