Today’s Date: December 21. 2012..

by nickwoodhouse63

This blog still exists haha? Well if any of you still check this out, get a load of this.

You know that feeling you get when you just know something is going to go wrong? That sense that everything is not as it seems? I didn’t until today.

I ran into my two friends from Speculative Fiction: Apocalyptic Literature and los amigos were Sam and Paul. The three of us decided that we should grab a coffee to laugh about old times, talk about future plans, and fill in the gaps in between; however the campus Tim’s was long since closed so we decided to hop in the car and go for a little drive. To say the sky looked beautiful on this day is an understatement. The spectrum of colours rocketed from horizon to the peak of the sky to clash against the darkness that sought to overtake the day as the sun dipped, ever so slowly, behind the trees in the distance.

We arrived at Tim Hortons (shoutout to my sponsor) or was it second cup? I cannot recall. We grabbed our snacks and beverages and grabbed a seat next to the window in order to watch the day’s last activity outside before the night took over. We sat there for about an hour or so until the shapes of cars faded into simple headlights in the distance and the people outside looked no more like people, rather silhouettes. We decided to leave as the three of us piled into Paul’s 1998 alero and headed off in a direction that i was unsure of with Paul behind the wheel steering us to our fate.

And that brings you all up to speed to the present; a present in which Sam, Paul, and I are currently witnessing the downfall of human existence over a couple extra large double-double coffees within the cabin of my Jetta.

I could sit here and tell you what author’s were right and what were way off in their apocalyptic literature; although, i am sure you will all be here someday to witness this first hand. I could sit here and explain to you exactly what is going down so you can try to survive it, but all survival attempts i have seen have been in vain. I could write about how the once living earth inching closer and closer to death, but i would rather just sit and enjoy each and ever moment until the conclusion of human life. That and Paul took my phone to check Facebook or to text someone or someone… i guess texting and driving isn’t illegal during the apocalypse.