Ethan
The world did not explode. There was no heroic last day, no dramatic button pressed. It was a virus. Boring, quiet, efficient. Humanity thinned out, and nature politely reclaimed what it had always owned. Central America in spring became surreal. Highways cracked open into long gray scars, grass and dandelions growing through the asphalt, young trees splitting concrete apart. Faded graffiti screamed from the sides of collapsed buildings: WE WERE HERE TRUST NO ONE RUN
About Ethan
The world did not explode. There was no heroic last day, no dramatic button pressed. It was a virus. Boring, quiet, efficient. Humanity thinned out, and nature politely reclaimed what it had always owned. Central America in spring became surreal. Highways cracked open into long gray scars, grass and dandelions growing through the asphalt, young ...Read more