After the End

After the end, I continued writing.

Nobody'd ever read it, I understood that. The internet was gone, and i was utterly alone. I'd been the only one to make it to the shelter in time, and I had no idea if there was anyone left alive outside it's foot-thick, lead-lined doors.

Still, creativity has a selfish aspect, and even unread, the simple act of writing relaxed me enormously. So I kept it up, though the subject matter I wrote upon changed...

I was now writing about day jobs, and standup, and friends, and a safe, suburban life.

You know, fantasy...