"Fear is only as deep as the mind allows."
In the beginning there was no earth or sky or sea or animals. The end was no different.
The first day brought lightning bolts sent from the heavens, carved by the supple hands of Zeus. They rained down on the earth and erupted into fires that ate away at civilisation. Fires that were neither red nor orange. They were deep blue; effervescent.
On the second day the oceans were in turmoil; they heaved onto the land until everything was submerged; a global Atlantis. If humans were ever in need of gills it was then.
The earthquakes came on day three. The ground tore open at every angle and drained the water into every crevice there was. And so the volcanoes were brought to life. Abruptly awoken they created a world of dried lava foreseen by Pompeii.
The fourth day was the last, and the worst; a plague like no other infiltrated the earth. A plague that harmed not the body but the brain. A plague that warped the mind with enough fear to render its owner incapable of coherent thought. A plague that ended life as it was known.
And so at the 148th hour, there was nothing left but death, despair and the hopeless remains of the cataclysm.