The Storm of Humanity

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


a challenge story for Emerald India's challenge in the imaginarium chat :D

Submitted: May 15, 2018

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It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled, and the rain pounded the ground like it was punishing the dirt. The storm brewed and thrashed the land with each passing moment. This was the hardest storm they had seen in ages. The world was spinning like a top. But nobody cared if they had their conveniences. Smart phones and internet now ruled the world, not nature. The storm was just a symbol of what was to come. The storm symbolic for the fall of humankind. The zombie apocalypse, the death of what makes us the top of the food chain, these will be the things to come.

 

It was a dark and stormy night. The aroma of death in the air hypnotizes those who blindly follow. Sheep in wolves clothing are what the world has become. False pretenders and liars are among the populace now more than honest and hardworking. The world was rotten, but we planned to fix it all. We failed. We failed miserably. The world was an empty husk of itself. The went from over seven billion humans to under one hundred and fifty thousand in the span of a month. Sickness ravaged the people and we caused it. We destroyed ourselves.


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