As I stood to face the impending cataclysm, a wave of euphoria swept over my body. Too long I had waited to feel death’s firm embrace. Nothing on this earth was truly good. Any semblance of hope or love was just a grand delusion perpetuated by generations. It was of no doubt in my mind that this was a just extermination by some higher being.
I sat alone in my apartment, staring out the window. There had been no electricity in three days. Even in my desolate state, I regretted nothing. It didn’t seem like there was any point. Those who called themselves family and friends had been trying to contact me for weeks. I wanted nothing of them.
I entered this world alone. This was a fitting end.
The Earth had been long burdened with its inhabitants. Those who envied, stole, murdered, wasted, lied, and pretended to be happy.
Maybe this was for the best.
A fresh start.
The permanent silence.