E.L.E
Extinction Level Event
Prologue
December 13 1012
“Maybe everything we’ve done…maybe it was all for nothing” That whisper lost in the vacuum of space was only heard by my comrades on this lonely world. They were silent, hearing but not willing to respond.
“It’s over; there is nothing more we can do.” The sentence fills us all with fear.
“We tried our best”
The same thought echoed though each of our minds at that moment
‘It wasn’t good enough’
Chapter One:
Tears
March 5 2012
The people cheer.
They laugh, they play, and they leap.
If they knew, they’d cry.
If they knew they could all die at any moment, any second of the day. If they knew they would die, soon, very soon, they’d cry.
I know because I cry, every time I think about it, I cry. If they knew what I know, they’d start and never stop.
No, they would stop, when IT happens, they would stop.
When the world stops, all would be silent, no more crying, sweet silence, sweet peace.
I think about it everyday, every waking moment in fact. The silence that would follow it, the peace and quiet, to bad I would not be around to enjoy it. I would perish, along with everyone else in the world. There would be some survivors, but most likely not enough to save the human race. We would die out, the world would be empty, void of all human life.
Peaceful bliss.
I thought it wouldn’t be now, my lifetime, I thought it would be ages away. I was wrong. It’s in my lifetime, ands it’s soon, a matter of months in fact.
You see I know, I know the exact date it’s supposed to happen December 21 2012.
I know the estimated time 2:30 pm
I know because I’m the one that needs to know. The one that may need to tell the people that the world is crashing around them. I hope to God I won’t have to, I hope that the world will remain in ignorance and that this threat would be defeated.
I hate this job sometimes, especially if I have to do this, to tell them that there would be no tomorrow, that the world is ending.
I hate this job.
“Sir, you’ll be on in a couple of minutes”
“Thank you, Tom”
“You’re welcome Mr. President”
I walk on the stage, my thoughts in chaos.
If only they knew.
And the people cheer.