A World In Tears

Order turned into chaos, chaos turned into madness, madness turned into fear, and fear...well, fear was all that was left.

The cities burned.

The people died, and the world slipped into a darkness so deep that the sun itself could no longer penetrate it.

Plant life withered away.

Animals became more civil than humans and retreated into far corners of the earth where the blood and war was less.

In the end there was so much blood that the oceans themselves turned red and the dirt was stained crimson.

In an empty field of debris and falling buildings stands a man.

He is holding in his hands the only shred of sanity that he has left.

A book.

His book from before the war.

A history of his life that he had kept since he could remember.

He held it close to his chest as he fell to his knees, finally giving into his one and only remaining friend: death.

Fear was snuffed out by death, and death turned into a myth, myth became the end of time.