This is the end. There is no more hope for us—no more faith. This is the end.

Destruction is all we can see. We try to help the hurt but it is too late. This is the end.

Food is limited. People are starving. This is the end.

I take my last breath and look around at the world, imagining the beauty that used to fill it.

"Fare thee well." I whisper to myself.