A working title for a working story, hopefully the response is good. I don’t know where I am going with this story but at the same time I do.
Fire burns in the sky. Thunder rumbles but it is not that of nature. Bastard lightning strikes from the clouds and splits everything it touches in two.
Buildings lay broken and construed across the barren earth. No weed or blade of grass grows; water no longer exists and sun no longer shines. Soil has become sand and broken bones have become ash. Hazardous wind blows and sweeps everything away, its hideous fingers greedily taking what remains.
Not a bird flies nor does a mouse scuttle; every animal is gone. The oceans have died with marine life inedible. Birds fell from the sky, feathers burning and screeches roaring as they fell. Land animals consumed fire and died from within, this was the fate for those that survived after the initial damage.
This hell was brought upon by the Ruler, the one from my country. The name so satanic, it was erased from history books when those things existed. I still remember the name and refuse to acknowledge it. The Ruler died at their own hand, but sadly billions joined their side.
I always knew this utterance existed, but I never thought it would ever be used. Let alone, I must bear this distinction.
“I am the last human alive.”