Belly of a Deep Crater

The air was still and we whispered in attempts not to disturb it.

Since what some would call Doomsday, or Judgement Day, we walk on eggshells, speak softly, and hope not to awaken anything. For some, like myself, this was a long time coming. Our world began suffocating the moment the Industrial Revolution hit - and each species was picking up on this tension whether they knew it or not. Political parties debated climate change and allocation of resources for centuries, as if to try and pacify the public. I'm sure those assholes are hunkered far under or above the ground somewhere, while what's left of 'We the People' are on the surface scavenging.

We all assumed the end would come from a Nuclear pissing contest. I think some of us were even counting on it. Instead, it came from decades of natural disasters - each plucking away chunks of humanity with it. The mourning morphed into division and turmoil. Not just in the states, but worldwide. Returning to our origins, we began to live in a constant fight-or-flight response.

That does something to you, you know.

It wears on your mind. Your integrity.

Wal-Marts were held up at gunpoint and airports flooded with frantic minds. There was no one to stand up and unite the common public. Those who picked up a sense of sustainability long ago were aching for that movement to catch on - but it never did. Their methods of silent protest became louder and louder. But it was too late.

As the population dwindled, the pool of shared knowledge followed. This made it increasingly difficult for those looking for someone who had some idea of what to do. This left people feral and frightened.

Now our world is blanketed with an ominous golden hue. The camp we made for our colony is nestled in the belly of a deep crater in the Great Basin Desert.

Tonight's meal is a dish of spaghetti. A mixture of leftover noodles and expired tomato paste - it ain't too bad. My wife, god bless her being by my side - passes it up to me as I climb the ladder to see the horizon. It's dusk, and a long lost lavender hue is introducing itself.

We remain calm, but an asteroid is coming to greet us.