So okay, soon might be a tad optimistic. Coming whenever I get around to finishing and publishing it might be more to the point.
Anyway, whatever :smileyface:
When the end came, it came without a sound. As silent as the grave. Not that graves were needed.
There were no earth-shattering roars as mushroom clouds bloomed on the horizon, vaporising entire cities in an instant.
There were no chilling moans from breathless throats as hordes of the undead swept across the planet.
There wasn’t even the sound of a harsh, alien tongue barking orders as invaders from beyond the stars enslaved the human race.
With no noise at all every man, woman and child on Earth disappeared. Here one minute, gone the next. Vanishing as if some unseen hand had flicked the off switch.
One was left behind.
One left to seek out answers, the reason for the disappearance of the human race.
One left to seek out others. For if there was one survivor, why should there not be more?
One left to seek out who, or what, was responsible.
One left to realise that when the end came, it wasn’t really the end at all.
It was merely the beginning.
And there you go, make of it what you will.
As always, that shallot.