The world was never meant to end with fire or thunder. No blinding light in the sky. No trumpet call. Just silence. A quiet unraveling of all that once felt permanent.
People didn't notice the change at first. It was slow, patient—like a disease that waited until it was too late to treat. One day, cities were loud with life. The next, they were hushed graves echoing with the footsteps of the few who remained.
Some called it a curse. Others, judgment. But those still breathing had no time for answers—only survival.
This is the story of John. A man who did not ask to be chosen, who carried the weight of a world he could not save. A man haunted not just by death, but by what it asked of him.
Before everything, there was hope.
And then came The End.