Day 313

He opened his eyes after judgement day had passed and all was quiet.
There were no animals it seemed.
Wandering felt like the only option.
There had to be others.

The Great End was quieter than he thought, he only heard faint screaming.
Everyone had expected thee to be fire and chaos but instead they had this... peace.
If he looked up for a while he would see the occasional person being dragged into the clouds.
Those thick red-tinged clouds had been taking people non-stop.

It appeared to be dying out at least, there must be practically nothing left now.
He wasn't sure why he was even still there, better people than him had already gone.
With a sigh his eyes followed the remains of the people falling from the clouds.
They made loud wet splatters as they landed along the street in front of him.

It was almost like they were forming a path for him and in his detached mental state he walked it.
Their corpses felt warm beneath his bare feet, the blood seeping between his toes.
He wondered where this would lead to and after some thought he realised he didn't even care.
What's the point in caring when everything else is dead or dying?

And as he walked along those bodies more fell, sometimes miles from him, sometimes just in front.
They were leading him away from the town and out into the barley fields.
Everything felt so serene, not even the smell of blood and death could tear this feeling from him.
He was waist deep in blood drenched barley when he caught a glimpse of the path's end.

All serenity was forgotten.
He couldn't cry or move.
Fear flooded him.
The path ended.