The End

  Death, well, death is something we all can relate to, isn't it? I mean, think about it...there is probably no one in this world, well whats left of this world, who hasn't experienced death. It's natural, happens all the time, right? Yeah, all the time. But not on this scale.

  If you were to ask me what year it is, I wouldn't know. Ask me what day, same answer. Even if you asked me if I'm still alive, hell, I really don't know. Nobody knows! Except for one person, his name has been circulating for a while now. Circulating through what, you ask? The traders, the gangs, even

the cannibals know about him. Supposedly he'll save us all or something crazy like that. The only person that could save us all right now, is god, and I don't even know if he exists anymore! This world has gone straight to hell, and he isn't fishin' us out. I suppose I should tell you whats going on huh? Yeah, yeah. I'll get to it. Let's rewind.

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  If I can remember right, the year was 2013, sun was shining, birds were singing, blah, blah, blah. All that mushy shit. Anyway, I lived in the great state of New York. Of course I was living in New York city too, can't live in New York unless you lived in New York, that's what I always say. It was just a normal day, summertime, I was just a journalist, trying to get by. When I say "trying to get by", I really mean it. Every year I was barely scraping through on my bills and on work. I was about to get fired by the smallest company in New York! I just couldn't find any stories that would catch a reader's eye, and leave it fixed there. Of course, I wasn't looking for big time bucks or anything. After all, I worked for Street Corner Gazette, which, literally only sold off of one little street corner. I bet the news guy sold maybe sixty copies a day? Maybe even less, and at a buck fifty a piece, the business was going down the drain, and fast. I knew that I had to find another job before we closed down, but no other big newspapers would take me. Who pay's a journalist that can't find a story? No one, that's right.

  I always work on the balcony of my apartment building, don't ask me why. I just do, maybe it gives more inspiration. Even though I don't have much already. On this particular day, I happened to be working out on the balcony, four stories off the ground, luckily I am no sissy when it comes to heights, if I was, I don't think I would've survived that day.



   

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Footnotes
1  All of what you just read, came to me as I wrote. So don't rate or review too harshly. I'm going to write more if I get positive reviews. Thanks guys.