The End
The world ended at 4:00 a.m., but nobody knew it.
Emma woke to silence. The kind that pressed against her ears and buzzed like static. Her phone lay on the nightstand, dark and cold. No calls, no messages. Strange. She hadn’t received a single message since she went to bed. She shook her head, chalking it up to a network glitch, and went to the window to pull back the curtains.
Outside, there was no dawn. No city lights. Just an endless, consuming darkness, swallowing the streets and houses whole. Everything appeared frozen, still as if caught in the snapshot of some unknown force. She squinted, searching for any flicker, any sign of life. Nothing.
Panic crawled up her throat, but she suppressed it. She walked downstairs to find her roommate, Sarah, hoping she'd be up. But when Emma opened Sarah's bedroom door, the room was empty, and the sheets were stiff and brittle, like they’d been left untouched for centuries.
With growing dread, Emma opened her front door and stepped into the street, calling out for anyone. Her voice echoed, hollow and distant, as if swallowed by an invisible void. She was alone.
Her skin prickled, and she sensed something watching from the dark—a presence that felt timeless, heavy, and ancient. She couldn’t see it, but she knew it was there, lingering at the edge of the shadows, just beyond her sight.
She turned to go back inside, but her door was gone. Her house was gone. She stumbled back, her footsteps loud in the unnatural silence. There was only blackness behind her now, creeping closer, inch by inch, a void that devoured everything in its path.
Her heart raced as she ran, but the blackness closed in, swallowing every trace of her world, leaving her trapped in its silent maw. She could feel her memories fading, dissolving like mist—the laughter of friends, the warmth of the sun, the smell of the earth after rain—all slipping away.
Then she heard it. A faint whisper, barely audible, yet cutting through the silence with chilling clarity.
"You are the last."
Emma opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The dark surrounded her, closing in, pressing tighter and tighter until it was inside her. Her vision blurred, and the world dissolved into cold nothingness. She felt her own essence slipping away, her existence dwindling to nothing.
The darkness had claimed her.
And then there was only silence.
The End
The world ended at 4:00 a.m., but nobody knew it.
Emma woke to silence. The kind that pressed against her ears and buzzed like static. Her phone lay on the nightstand, dark and cold. No calls, no messages. Strange. She hadn’t received a single message since she went to bed. She shook her head, chalking it up to a network glitch, and went to the window to pull back the curtains.
Outside, there was no dawn. No city lights. Just an endless, consuming darkness, swallowing the streets and houses whole. Everything appeared frozen, still as if caught in the snapshot of some unknown force. She squinted, searching for any flicker, any sign of life. Nothing.
Panic crawled up her throat, but she suppressed it. She walked downstairs to find her roommate, Sarah, hoping she'd be up. But when Emma opened Sarah's bedroom door, the room was empty, and the sheets were stiff and brittle, like they’d been left untouched for centuries.
With growing dread, Emma opened her front door and stepped into the street, calling out for anyone. Her voice echoed, hollow and distant, as if swallowed by an invisible void. She was alone.
Her skin prickled, and she sensed something watching from the dark—a presence that felt timeless, heavy, and ancient. She couldn’t see it, but she knew it was there, lingering at the edge of the shadows, just beyond her sight.
She turned to go back inside, but her door was gone. Her house was gone. She stumbled back, her footsteps loud in the unnatural silence. There was only blackness behind her now, creeping closer, inch by inch, a void that devoured everything in its path.
Her heart raced as she ran, but the blackness closed in, swallowing every trace of her world, leaving her trapped in its silent maw. She could feel her memories fading, dissolving like mist—the laughter of friends, the warmth of the sun, the smell of the earth after rain—all slipping away.
Then she heard it. A faint whisper, barely audible, yet cutting through the silence with chilling clarity.
"You are the last."
Emma opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The dark surrounded her, closing in, pressing tighter and tighter until it was inside her. Her vision blurred, and the world dissolved into cold nothingness. She felt her own essence slipping away, her existence dwindling to nothing.
The darkness had claimed her.
And then there was only silence.
