It sounds like the world has come to a growling, rumbling end. Like a storm has erupted from the ground. It looks like the world has come to an end. Up on the foothills I watch as the ground splits in two and buildings down below in the city collapse as if made of paper.
And then silence apart from hundreds of car alarms screaming in unison.
I need to feel safe. Like there is someone left on this earth.
I reach for my cell phone. A tree cracks and falls next to me, late in coming to the party.
I dial 111, but I am greeted with silence.