This is it. This is the end.
2023, the year the apocalypse started. And here we stand, as nations, as friends and family...as lovers.
Outside the meeting room windows the chaos was erupting without pause, the noise and play of it all enough to be worse than a nightmare, than hell.
I watched the city around us burn through tears, behind me, good byes said to one another. I had done all my most of my good byes and even hugged and blessed those who I hated since the very beginning. This wasn't a time for hate.
Turning away from the chaos and wiping at my eyes I turned and there was my brother. Eyes red and filled with tears, his strong