End of Industry

In the last few days things became frantic. A red gloom coloured the skies permanently, and the humans turned back to their roots, like they so easily do when social rules no longer apply. Animals again. Millions of years of evolution count for little when it’s you or them. And so, any weapon within reach was sufficient to either stop yourself from becoming food, or to turn your former neighbour or friend or family member into food. The human race had teetered on the brink of self destruction for decades, until finally the commercialisation of each and every aspect of life sent it into a fatal tailspin. The loss of identity and pressure to conform simply became too much, and the Industry finally paid the price. We all paid the price.

There are stories of angels and devils seen in the blood and dust, openly fighting over souls in the last hours. Some say they broke cover because all was irrevocably lost, there was no need for faith in the unseen any longer. All I remember is the feeling of being more cold than I have ever been, and the sounds of death emanating from the city.