Amidst all the food content and videos of cute animals doing silly stuff, I found some news that were, at the very least, disturbing.
After over half a day, things worldwide hadn't gotten any better. If anything, they'd only grown worse.
Not only had the weather become even more extreme, but animals everywhere were acting like they had gone absolutely batshit crazy.
In the skies, thousands—if not tens of thousands—of birds flew aimlessly until their energy ran dry and their wings could barely lift them. In the waters, countless fish hurled themselves ashore, as if terrified of something lurking in the depths.
That does sound a bit crazy right? But have I told you they are attacking anything in sight?
No? Oops! My bad! But they are! Even the small fish! It doesn't even really hurt oftentimes! At least that's what I heard. Many of them do not even have teeth after all.
On land, things were no better. In many ways, they were worse. Land, after all, was humanity's territory. Our place of living. That we share with a ton of dangerous other animals it seems.
All around the globe, there were reports of wild animals invading cities in massive numbers.
It was terrifying. I had seen footage of those attacks, and they could only be described as bloody. The only reason I hadn't thrown up was my strong stomach.
There was one case involving bears—around a dozen of the giant beasts, mauling and trampling hundreds of civilians.
In another, a pack of over a hundred wolves rampaged through city streets, tearing apart anything or anyone foolish enough to remain in their path.
The most shocking of them all? Rats. A clip showed a rodent tide drowning an entire small city. Wherever they passed, only bloodied piles of broken bones and shredded pieces of flesh remained. Nothing escaped their frenzied swarm.
Now that I think about it, even here I could hear strange noises all around—I'd just been too focused to notice.
"Haaa… this world is really going to shit…" - I muttered under my breath.
'Welp, nothing I can do about that. Let's just try and stay safe.'
With that thought, I went around checking every door and window, making sure they were shut tight. I even dragged some furniture to barricade them—just to be extra sure.
With that out of the way, I grabbed my sword—one of the few things that gave me even a shred of security—and hugged its scabbard as I drifted off to sleep like a baby.
Was I scared?
Nope, that alone did not describe what I was feeling. I was utterly terrified. But I was so tired and fed up that I just couldn't muster the strength to stay awake worrying about my life. That was a problem for future me.
Future me: You little shit! (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
Me: Mess with me and I'll ruin your life! <(￣︶￣)>
Future me: You idiot! (•ˋ◠ˊ•)
The next morning, I opened my eyes before the phone alarm could even go off, my mind still half-stuck in the realm of bad dreams.
I stared blankly at the ceiling, replaying everything that had happened the day before.
'This is going to be a long day…'
With a sigh, I got up, changed into some outdoor clothes, and strapped my sword scabbard to my belt.
I freshened up in the bathroom, then headed to the kitchen for breakfast.
I poured some milk into a cup, added way more sugar than any sane person would, tossed some colorful cereal into a bowl, and ate my fill.
'Too sweet…' I thought bitterly, but still chugged it all down.
As I ate, I checked the internet to see what was happening in the world. Not much had changed.
People dying here, people being eaten there—you know, the usual.
I even saw what had to be the most shameful way to die: being pecked to death by a pigeon.
A pigeon. One of the dumbest, most useless creatures on Earth. They get bullied by literally every other living thing. I once saw one being eaten by a fish.
A fish! And not even a big one! It was barely the size of my palm, and it wasn't a piranha or anything scary. My first thought was "How?" quickly followed by a well deserved "What the actual fuck?".
There where not even that many of them. Even a child could probably just slap those stupid creatures to death.
So yeah, the idea of anyone dying to a pigeon was beyond me—but somehow, it happened. What a world.
By now, I was at least 93% sure the world was ending. Or at the very least, something had gone very wrong somewhere.
I took the last scoop from my cereal bowl, washed the dishes, and went to brush my teeth.
Hey, don't judge me—there are things more important than the end of the world! At the very least, my teeth will be shining.
Just picture it: you're about to have your face eaten by some rabid beast, when suddenly, a knight in shining armor slays it in one blow.
Your first thought? "So cool!" You smile and cheer. Feeling proud, the knight turns to smile back—
Or, well, tries to. But it's less "knight in shining armor" and more "dragon's dentist's worst nightmare." The hero moment dies right there—not with a roar, but with plaque.
So yeah, I brush my teeth. Just in case.
Before long, I was ready to go.
Where, you might ask? Well, I was running low on food.
What? I wasn't expecting the world to end on my watch! Okay, maybe a little. But definitely not like this, nor any time THIS soon.
So I checked that my sword was secure at my waist and peeked outside through the window.
The good news? The mist was gone. In its place was scorching sunlight. From inside, I could see the air itself warping over the burning asphalt, and the poor garden plants withering in the heat. Heck, I even saw flames in the yard across the street!
Fine, maybe those weren't such good news after all.
But the bad news? A pack of coyotes was roaming around my house—at least half a dozen of them—and they definitely weren't here for tea.
Yeah, scratch that, there were only bad news after all. At least I would now see what could possibly kill me, right? Yay!
On second thought, the world's probably ending anyway. Why did I even bother leaving my bed?
To hell with going out with a bang!