Free Apocalyptic Shorts by Victor Darksaber Page A

our planet’s core, claiming that the core of earth has become increasingly unstable, and that in twelve years or less, there may no longer be a place for us here. He wrote of how the planet will explode from inside out, how everything on the surface will be swallowed into molten lava, he warned, he really warned, but no one took him seriously. At a time, some renowned scientists discovered something very similar to Dr. Phil’s theory, and for that time, some references were made to his findings, but it was eventually concluded that the entire theory, even theirs was based on a wrong equation.
    Twelve years later, it turned out that equation wasn’t wrong after all. But by the time this was discovered, it was already too late. A week prior the 14th of March, 2014, volcanos all over the world began to erupt without warning. Well, there were warnings, but it all happened so fast, and there wasn’t enough time to do anything about it. After the eruptions which lasted two days, several thousand lives were lost and the planet engulfed in cloud of ash.
    It was thought that the nightmare had come to an end, but as it turned out, they were wrong. On the 14th of March, year 2014, an earthquake of great magnitude like never seen before began, entire countries swallowed into the ground. It lasted an hour, and that one hour, was humanity’s darkest hour. Hours after the earthquake had stopped, over 800 million casualties were recorded worldwide, over 100 million injured and over 400 million are unaccounted for.
    A few days after the planet-killer earthquake, people had hoped that it was over, but they know better now, they know that whatever it is they’ve seen, it’s only just the beginning. It became clear that the foretold apocalypse is upon us, and there is no better way to spend the little time left than with beloved ones.

MY NAME IS BENJAMIN STEWART, A COLLEGE STUDENT HERE IN NEW YORK, or at least I was, until two months ago, when the apocalypse began, and then we learnt it’s not going to stop, and that there’s no escaping it. If we’d seen the signs long before it started, I’m sure the world governments would have figured something out, like evacuating the planet on gigantic spaceships. But the signs were there, we just weren’t smart enough to see it.
    Yesterday, I read in the news about one Dr. Phil in L.A who predicted this doom some years back, but no one believed him. We were caught unprepared, and there was no time to prepare for the great escape, not even sure if our science can achieve such feat just yet.
    It started with all the planet's volcanos erupting at the same time, then the earthquake, the sky filled with ash, several millions perished, but I survived, and it’s not because I was smart, it’s that I was lucky.
    I’ve waited two months for the ash to clear out, and thanks to favorable weather, I can go¬– home now. Home–actually, for me, is wherever I find myself. I was the only child of my family, and my parents died of failed hearts three weeks apart, seven years ago. All I’ve got is my uncle, who I despise so much because of all the bad things he’s done to me. And honestly, I’d rather die alone in my hostel apartment than with him.
    To my surprise, he called three days ago, he was sober. He said he was sick, and he’s got less than two years, but that don’t matter anymore, we’ve all got less than two years, and he wants to spend the little time he’s got left making up for the things he’s done. I never thought I could be sorry for him.
    Point is, I’m heading back to Glendale, L.A, my hometown, to spend the end with my uncle. I may hate him, but he’s the closest thing I have to a family now.
    I’ve been on this queue four hours, in this overcrowded airport. Everyone is trying to make it back to their families. The airport’s operation is slightly different now; it must have been adjusted to suit the current traffic situation. While I wait on the queue, tapping my thigh