Dawn came early today, society dead. No more order, chaos is order. Order is chaos, death to the weak. Collapse, ruin complete and yet still. Souvenirs of days past, life and health now gone, no trace.
Nothing remains to carry on the business of life.
We, the dinosaurs. I sat alone in the study of my bach, gazing out the window at the ocean rolling in, kissing the shore lightly, as one would softly embrace a lover. Barely visible against the ageless sand, a tiny figure, draped in similar hues of grey and black, stood waiting. Facing firmly to the waves, expectant. I studied the figure closely and could see it was a young girl of no more than ten years, her long, blond hair flying in the breeze.