I could see the darkness approaching. Long tendrils of inky black slithering along the ground. It wouldn't be long now. I kept staring at the darkness, the fog outside prohibiting me from seeing anything familiar through the window. I wonder if I'm the last person alive. I wonder if I'll survive it. There is already a darkness living inside of me. Maybe it will see that and acknowledge me as one of its own. I want to look away but it's like a slow motion train wreck. I must keep watching. I must see if this will be the end. I think I hear screams. But that can't be. The darkness engulfs the world in silence. The screams must be inside my head. I shake my head a few times to clear them out. I sigh and finally turn my gaze away. Any minute now and it will be upon us. I walk upstairs and lay on my bed. I will not cower before the darkness but I will not fight either. It cannot be worse than the darkness already inside.