How It Ended. Or So It Seems. (A Cautionary Tale) Written By maggot

[maggot]

Gently awoken by traces of a distant dirge
Rolled out of bed and into the streets
Dark day skies made for dry eyes, I won't be there
To save them, nor will I hear their cries
This thought persisted. Almost kneading me.

Barren roads and no wind
Nothing to hurry the trash that matted the path before me. No birds or sounds of life
No hustle of commerce or urgency to be
Anywhere?

Looking around this place that have seemed so...

Prime just yesterday. Now? Nothing but a
Strangely colored Sky looking down and inside
Of what may be the last
Of my kind.

I walked slowly following a northward bearing

Wondering was it a true north or perhaps everyone else got rounded up

And me I just got turned around

And plowed under

Had doom come early left the world in shambles and the people 

Were hiding behind television sets waiting for a sense of normalcy.

Looking down to ground I saw the abrupt end of the concrete

I tell you my friends I almost broke into a 

Panicked mad dash but then I noticed the dirt

Or rather a hill of dirt in a endless straight line

Pushed up as if something had slid below the surface.

With no other prospects or signs of, well anything

I followed the line of dirt for what seemed like years.

In my sleepwalk I encountered many creatures and for precious fleeting moments of time I felt not so all alone

But the Sun would rise and the visions dissolved and I awoke walking on and on and on....

Silence had become my torture. I hated it. The ring of nothing. Haunted me and still I would speak no words to deter it's assault. So I drifted and was startled by a ...

Well that's a sound! A sound that sounded familiar. It was the sound of a wristwatch.

Suddenly the air changed. A wet wind blew and the world exploded with cacophony of noise 

Like I've never heard. I felt weak in the knees and faint. I told myself to focus on the ticking wristwatch  and in doing so was able to push the excess down a little and breathe. I closed my eyes. 

Slowly. I reopened them. I could not believe what stood before me.  Two vast lines of people. Men, women, children being herded by terrible looking beasts with the bodies of men and faces of dogs. 

That was the moment when a dogman pointed at me

And said, Stop! You there!

Others closed in on me and bound me with ropes

I, still in a state of shock from my immersion.... into whatever this world was

Didn't even fret as I was drug onto the stage to face the crowd 

For my time of solitude had made me hungry for any contact with any others.

There's not much more I remember

I think it was a short trial, for my accusers words kind of lost meaning

In the depths of this lunacy.

 I studied the faces in the crowd and concentrated on the wristwatch. The last thing I remember is a fierce looking dogman ordering a grunt to roll the barrels into the basement.

As things got hazy I swear I saw a pig possessed run back towards....  towards hell.

Then the rope snapped my neck. The thought I went out on, was what were the lines of people for? What did they mean? Which one were you in?