Mind the Time
Copyright© 2014 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 48
Like I said, it all started on Labor Day. Midnight 0:00.01, September 7th, 2210. That's the Day the world stopped. A planet is a planet unless there's intelligence living on it.
With intelligence it's a world. By the time the eighth of September started the world was a planet.
Not one single living thing survived. Nothing that flew, walked, crawled, swam ... if it used oxygen ... it was gone. The stench was unimaginable. The only reasonable thing that could be said about it? Nobody was left to smell it.
The Jihadists released their poison into the air and they were the first to find out that humans all share DNA and they were the first to die. The Imam had issued a fatwa that the Arab races didn't share DNA with the Great Satan ... and the Jihadists believed.
Like a rolling fog spilling over the mountains the death inundated the valleys, infected the seas, flung aloft and followed the jet streams ... the seas boiled with dying. Every bacteria, every virus succumbed. The very earth died. Everything.