The End

I watched the mist slowly crawl in from the harbor and the warmth of the sun faded. The color of the dying grass had depleted to gray. The pine trees stood fragile and swayed in the harsh wind, threatening to break at any moment. The few birds that were left were skinny and had missing feathers. Some even had missing eyes and talons. There was close to no wild life, and you couldn't eat the fish. The water was painted with pollution. The sky had a blanket of gray smoke and smog. The air was thick and hard to breathe. No cars worked here. Trash littered the streets. Only the others had horses. Who are the others? They are the government. After the world started to fall apart the others took over. But no one cared. For this was the end.