Ark B.B. (1/3)

After years of war, human greed and selfishness, it was always going to be Global Warming that brought an end to Earth. I managed to get on one of the flying arks heading to safety but I can’t say that I was prepared for it, more so lucky. I didn’t know how many of my friends or family had the same luck. I didn’t have the clarity of mind to think about that. Outside the ark, everything was ending.

Looking outside of the ark window, I remember all of the clouds turning orange, as if a wild sunset had set fire to the whole sky. Beneath us, tall buildings were crumbling. They met the same fate of building blocks at the end of a child’s playtime. They told the children in the ark not to look. There was nothing out there for us now. The only thing worth looking out for were the rockets bound for a more habitable world. There were rockets reserved for every ark out there.

We spent enough time on Ark-B.B. for a newborn child to grow and question their strange small world. They had access a couple hundred points of view. A couple hundred parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters. We became a family. But nobody could replace the people I loved in my old life. The people close enough for me to call brother or sister. Even in the small bouts of happiness, I felt alone. In those years, watching the earth crumble, all worlds ended for me.