In this time we can connect with people all over the world. We have global issues, global cultures and a global civilisation. All through ancient history the fall of a civilisation can be decided by two things, by being conquered or by the civilisation becoming so big, and the resources so stretched, that the civilisation collapsed in upon itself. In this 'modern' world, with our global civilisation, can we expect history to repeat itself? And when our society does crumble it won't be politicians, kings and queens or any adult in power who survives. It will be the teenagers and children with no clear sense of who they are. It will be the teenagers and children who fight back, it will be these members of society who will become the pioneers of the new world, it will be them who question what went wrong and build, they hope, a better life, a better society, a better civilisation. A better world.
The day everything ended, it started the same. There was no warning about what was about to happen. No one really looked for the reason why it happened either, there was no reason too, and no way too, after it occured. At 10:09 am on the first of August every electrical device in existance exploded. Phones, computers, tvs, pacemakers, observation machines in hospitals. If it had electricity coursing through it then it exploded. Glass rained down on everyone, fires raged into being. Chaos reigned as people paniced. But it didn't end there, at exactly 10:50 am of the same day earthquakes hit every part of the world. Skyscrapers collapsed, buildings fell over, even earthquake enforced buildings collapsed like they were made of twigs. Millions of people died in the first hour and a half. Over the next week or so there was a series of sever weather events, at least I believe it was a week, there were no clocks, or course, and it was raining so hard it was impossible to go outside. My newfound friends and I were sheltering in a half collapsed building, one of the rooms was still completely intact. The idea of time disappeared for us, we slept, we woke, we theorised on what everything had become, we ate a little of our limited food, we told stories, we made each other laugh. We never allowed each other to become depressed. We knew we had to leave eventually but somehow we always avoided that topic of conversation. In truth, I believe it was a good thing that topic never came up. We didn't have expectations of what the world was like when the rain stopped, we didn't have plans that we wanted to complete. It was easy enough to find water (it had been raining for days, I would've been disturbed if it was hard) but food was a problem. Perhaps we had been in that room for longer then I believed or perhaps all the water was speeding the process but everywhere we looked mother nature was reclaiming what she had lain to waste. Maybe survival wouldn't be as hard as we had believed.