The end of the world was yesterday. She had no idea. She was living gloriously alive in a bunker in the basement of her home since the news broke.
It happened swiftly on January of 2056. Within hours, the channels of every platform of every corner of the internet were flooded with news of an alien invasion of epic proportion.
They were coming. And it couldn’t be stopped. There was nowhere to go. It would happen in waves. Small parts of the world were going to be wiped out piece by piece to clear the earth of it’s toxicity.
All government organizations in the world had received the communication that came from a sector of space unrecognizable to them, but very clear.
‘The value in this place is only salvageable by destroying humanity.’
It came in morse code. Exactly like this:
“Humans are a virus that must be obliterated in order to save earth”.
How it looks in morse code most would never know but it was delivered via very clear and true channels: The News and the Government.
As soon as it hit the media she left her phone on the counter in the kitchen, walked down the stairs to her basement, opened the hidden door beyond her washer and locked herself inside.
She had enough food to last her 6 months. She needed nothing and no one. The plan, she determined, was that by the time three weeks were up the world would have been “cleared” by the invasion and she could re-enter it with plenty of open and available resources to her.
She imagined there would be a few other people like her who were smart, also hunker down. She wouldn’t be the only one left. And honestly she felt like if she was, that would be alright with her.
She could be alone forever. That was just fine. No big deal.
The end of the world was yesterday. She had no idea. She was lying dead in a bunker in the basement of her home 6 months before the news broke.