David-Ford

The world was ending. Even the most beautiful of earthly things were peeling away like sun-scorched flesh, crumbling and flaking. The long stretch of highway and open fields ahead of her seemed to take on dull shades of grey. A grey road, littered with grey cars, parallel to grey fields, leading towards the rotting grey skyscrapers in the far distance. Contrasting against the dull world like a cruel joke, the sunlight had faded into a brilliant splash of purple and red above the horizon, unreachable to humans. Weeds reached out from the cracks of the unkempt roads, crawling and spreading like a parasite over the long since abandoned vehicles.